The Sandman Cometh 22a/40
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Blaine/OMCs, Blaine/Kurt
Spoilers: Set from 2x06, canon by day, AU by night
Warnings: Non-con, Somnophilia, Drugs/Alcohol, Manipulation, Oral, Frottage, Toys
Summary: Blaine is impatient. He doesn’t want to wait for true love to strike before he can touch another boy or have someone touch him, so he finds a way to make it happen. Although there are others, he finds himself lured in by his new roommate at Dalton, Kurt.
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***
Who the hell is knocking on my door this early?
“Be right there,” I yelled out as I buckled my belt and draped my tie around my neck. Opening the dorm room door, I couldn’t believe my eyes. “Kurt!”
“Surprise!” he squealed and flung his arms wide.
“But what-what are you doing here so early?” I’m so happy to see you right now. You have no idea.
“I couldn’t wait until lunch to see you, silly. Now, are going to let me into my own room?”
My jaw snapped shut and I took a step back to let him pass.
“C’mere,” he said with an eye roll as he gripped me in an unexpectedly tight hug.
“Kurt-” Never let go.
“I think that was the longest week of my life, Blaine.”
“Kurt-” I missed you too.
“You’re never allowed to go on holiday again.”
“…You do realize that Christmas is coming, right?” I mentioned and he let go of me with his hands waving.
“Yes, and I’ve made an extra large stocking in order to smuggle you into my house and you can live behind a wall of presents by day and sleep in my bed by night.”
“What?!”
He giggled. “Okay, so that might not work.”
“Who are you and what’ve you done with my best friend?”
“Blaine! I’m right here. I’m always going to be right here,” he said grabbing me for another hug.
I missed you so much.
“So tell me everything!” Kurt said as he quickly broke the hug and bounced back on his toes. “Who did you meet? What did you see? Did you shop on Rodeo Drive? Tell me!”
Smiling, I drop my head and huff a breath. “You are…” Adorable. “…going to love what I got you for Christmas.”
Kurt went a little bug eyed, which made me chuckle, as he started skipping on the spot. “Oooh, you have to tell me now, Blaine. You can’t tease me and not tell me. I have to know!”
“No, no. I’m not giving in that easy.” I tried to calm him but only succeeded in getting a pout in return. “But…I do have a little something here with your name on it.”
The bouncing started again as his hands flew to his mouth while I shifted over to my satchel and pulled out the gift. I walked back and presented it to him.
“Oh, you didn’t have to get me anything,” he said with failing sincerity as he turned over the parcel in his hands.
“Just open it, dummy.” I couldn’t help the fond eye roll as he hulked out on the wrapping paper, shredding it until nothing was left but a small gold Oscar statuette.
He looked up at me with big blue confused eyes.
“Read the inscription, Kurt.”
“Oh.” He turned the golden figurine over and read aloud, “In the category of Best Friend Forever, the winner is Kurt Hummel.”
“I know it’s a bit cheesy,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck and glancing away, “but I saw it and thought of you. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to keep-”
“It’s perfect,” he said softly, cutting me off.
“Really?”
“Really, Blaine. I’ll treasure it.”
“You don’t have to say th-”
“Blaine, seriously - shut up. Just let me hug you and say thank you, okay?”
“Okay,” I said with a shrug and held out my arms as he embraced me once more. Only this time is wasn’t enthusiastic or bouncy, it was gentle and I could feel the warmth of his palm through my shirt as it slid up my back. And wow, this is a really long hug. He smells so good and he’s here and solid and right and I don’t want to move. Ever. Can we just stop time like this?
“Maybe one day you’ll have a real one to put next to it,” I told him, feeling him smile against the side of my face as he whispered, “Thank you,” in my ear. I pulled away, smiling as well and looked at my watch. “Shit, we better get moving otherwise we’ll miss breakfast!”
“What do you need?”
“Um, blazer, bag and my tie.”
Kurt darted off and grabbed my blazer off my bed as I shoved another notepad in my bag and snapped it shut.
“Here,” he said handing me the jacket as he took a hold of the dangling ends of the tie still draped around my neck. Making quick work of looping it together, Kurt pulled the loose knot tighter to my throat as I shrugged on the blazer. “Hold still,” he instructed, as he did up my top button and re-adjusted the knot. “There! Perfectly handsome.”
We glanced at each other’s eyes at the same time and shifted our gazes immediately while both of us stepped back.
“Uh, thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. Um…breakfast?”
“Oh yeah. Sure. Let’s go.” I grabbed my bag and nodded to Kurt without making eye contact as he held the door open for me. Hopefully I could pass off my rising blush on the race to get to the Dining Hall on time.
***
I could hear Kurt humming in the bathroom as he went through his skincare routine. “Do you want me to get the hot drinks?” he asked as he wandered out, slipping his headband off.
I shook my head and climbed off my bed, pushing aside my school books. “Nah, that’s okay. I’ll go.”
Leaving my roommate behind, I moved down the sparsely lit hallway to the kitchenette and made the hot chocolate wondering briefly if I was making the right decision.
A quick trip back to our room had us settling down on my bed, mugs in hand as I recounted how I’d been roped into standing in the background for a commercial while I’d been taking photos along the Walk of Fame.
Setting our empty mugs aside, I flipped through the photos I’d had developed for Kurt before I’d come home.
“See? And I even got this one of Judy Garland for your Wizard of Oz scrapbook.”
“Oh! And you got one of the hands and feet. Oh my god! Look at the high heels imprint,” Kurt cried as he jiggled my arm, “Blaine, that’s so thoughtful! Thank you.”
“It was nothing,” I said as I nudged his shoulder.
“You’ve been kinda quiet today. Is everything all right?”
“Just…sad to leave my mom behind, I guess.”
“Of course, I should’ve realized. I thought m-maybe something had happened.”
“Yeah, uh. Something did happen.”
“What?”
“Um…did I tell you I met some porn stars? At my mom’s house?”
“What? Why would there be…that doesn’t make any sense, Blaine.”
“I texted you on Black Friday, right?”
“Riiight. A photo of you and your mom by the ocean during dinner. And then I think you must’ve butt dialed me later because all I could hear was you moaning about your shoes getting wet so I hung up.”
“Uh well, my mom ended up leaving to help out a friend or something and the whole small together thing morphed into a massive party with Parker’s clients and friends and I-I ended up getting so drunk that I passed out.”
“Blaine,” he scolded.
“And I may or may not have peed on my suede shoes earlier than night.”
Kurt’s eyes shot wide open in horror. “You didn’t bring them back with you, did you?!”
“No,” I huffed. I put them in the bin along with my dignity. “But my mom broke up with Parker the next day and there was a huge scene. God, the yelling. He was screaming at her from the street while Coop and I were stuffing his bags in his car and he kept pulling things out.” I hung my head, rubbing at my temples. “It was mortifying and all my fault, Kurt.”
“What? No! No, Blaine.”
“I knew I shouldn’t have had more than a beer or two after Parker offered but I did anyway and then I just, I don’t know, lost track of everything.”
“Blaine, he shouldn’t have offered you any at all and I think I like your mom even more now.”
“You liked her before?”
“Well, yeah. She’s your mom and if you’re so…dappertastic then she must be pretty special too.”
“Dappertastic?” I chuckled as I surreptitiously wiped at the corner of my eye.
“It’s absolutely a word.”
“It is not a word.”
Yes, it is.”
“Kurt, no-”
“Shush, Blaine. It’s the perfect word for you.”
I rolled my eyes and conceded. “Whatever.”
“So is your mom going to be okay?”
“Coop’s keeping any eye on things but yeah, she’s tough so I think she’ll be fine. She’ll call me in the next couple of days with an update and I’ll know just how good or bad things are then.”
“And you’ll tell me?”
“Will I have a choice?” I asked with my eyebrow arched.
He laughed. “Not really. I can’t earn my Oscar if you don’t let me do my job.”
“I’m pretty sure those things are, like, non-refundable.”
“Good, because you’re not getting it back,” he said with a grin.
“Go to bed, Kurt.”
“Okay, I’m going. Oof! Hey! Put the pillow down, Blaine,” he warned.
“You better move faster then!” I said as I swung the pillow at his retreating pajama-clad ass.
“Hey! No fair! You haven’t even had your shower.”
“Oh, shit!”
He cackled and shot a pillow at my head. “You better go take one otherwise you’ll wake up stuck to a pillowcase.”
“One way to get out of classes,” I smirked as I got up and threw his pillow back at him. “I won’t be long. Do you want me to turn out the lights?”
“Mm hm. ‘Night, Blaine.”
“G’night, Kurt,” I said, stopping in the bathroom doorway watching as he turned his lamp out, throwing the room into darkness before shutting myself in.
***
I flipped off the bathroom light before opening the door. Holding the towel tight around my waist, I moved to find the pajamas I’d forgotten to take with me, glad that all the lights were out.
Getting dressed in the darkness, I shot a look over at Kurt who was facing the other wall, motionless. I slid in between my own sheets and fumbled for my laptop, finding something to distract me from both Kurt and my pending test results from mom’s doctor.
Two hours later and feeling tired finally, I closed the computer and tried to sleep but only to toss and turn fruitlessly for close to an hour. Rolling over once more, I opened my eyes, letting them adjust to the light before I could make out the shape of Kurt beneath his blankets. Clearly fast asleep, his faint snore was both the tiniest bit distracting and soothing all at once.
I sighed and checked the clock. Five past one. Crap. I glanced at Kurt again.
What harm could it do?
Pushing the covers back, I crept across the room and slipped into Kurt’s bed, cuddling up behind my roommate as the big spoon.
Sighing, I felt my mind and body start to unfurl. I won’t stay all night. Just until I’m ready to fall asleep.
***
Kurt shoved his foot out into the cooler air, curling it back onto the bed uncovered. The warmth enveloping his back was overwhelming and he wriggled dozily trying to move away from it.
Unable to turn over properly, he sat up and rubbed at his squinty eyes in the dark room. Blinking at the digital clock, his mind became aware that two thirty was too early to do anything but go back to sleep.
Still feeling overheated, he tugged his pajama top off and dropped it on the floor which was followed by his undershirt. Slightly cooler, Kurt lay down on his back and understood immediately why he was so warm. The sleeping body next to him rolled over and his roommate snuggled up, nuzzling into his neck, as a warm arm wound itself around his waist.
Kurt froze for a second, his foggy mind unsure of what was happening.
“Blaine,” he rasped out.
The soft replying whimper beside his ear relaxed him immediately, understanding that the boy beside him was dead to the world.
“Hey,” Kurt whispered as he shook the shoulder closest to him.
The only answer was a foot sliding between Kurt’s own as his roommate clung onto his body.
He could do this, Kurt realized. He could cuddle his best friend if that’s what he needed. Just this once he could be the one to give physical comfort for a change. His roommate was constantly rubbing Kurt’s arm, knee or shoulders, showing him that there wasn’t anything to be afraid of or that he wasn’t as repulsive as he’d been told for years. So just this once, Kurt was determined to give his best friend what he needed. He could do this. Especially if he didn’t think too hard about being shirtless while his gorgeous roommate lay half over him.
Pushing back the covers a bit, Kurt turned his head to rest against his best friend’s soft sweet smelling hair as he clasped the forearm resting on his stomach.
“Sweet dreams, Blaine.”
Kurt closed his eyes and drifted back off quickly, wondering if they would have a conversation about this tomorrow. Today, his mind unhelpfully reminded him. Whenever.
***
I woke up just after six with Kurt wrapped around me tightly, his hard cock poking against my lower back. Rolling out of bed as gently as I could, I stumbled back to my own and flopped between the cool sheets and closed my eyes, trying hard not to think about how good Kurt felt against me as I dozed until the alarm went off.
After getting up, the day was a blur of breakfast and History and Warblers. All I could think of was climbing back into bed with Kurt’s arms holding me tight and never wanting to wake from that.
Later, Kurt made the hot drinks as I showered.
Sluggishly, I sat on the edge of my bed and stared at the floor until he arrived back. In a flash he’d set both drinks down and sprinted to the bathroom, the door banging closed behind him.
I stared at the mugs for what felt like years and then seemingly moved in slow motion. Dropping a tablet into his full mug probably should’ve sounded more dramatic than it actually was. The quiet ‘plink’ of the liquid the only noise in the room until I managed to start breathing again.
I need him.
Taking my cup in both hands, I closed my eyes with my head bent, waiting for him but was still startled when his voice sounded so close. I hadn’t even heard the door open.
“I hate that,” Kurt started as he took off his dressing gown and hung it up, “when you only realize you need the bathroom when you can’t actually access one.” He sat on his bed, across from mine, and reached for his drink. “I hope it tastes alright. Hot chocolate is not my forte.”
“’I’m sure it is. Thanks.”
“So…did you get a chance to get more caught up in Study Hall today?”
“A bit. History mostly but only because there’s an essay due at the end of the week.”
“Mmm, lucky you. I’m pretty sure we’re starting on the Romans tomorrow so with any luck we’ll get a couple of weeks before a quiz or something. No doubt, right before Christmas break.”
“Probably.”
“Blaine?”
“Mmm?”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Just tired.”
“Y-you can talk to me. About anything. You know that, right?”
I nodded, keeping my head down, not trusting my voice right now. I swallowed hard as Kurt came and sat close beside me, his thigh hot against mine as his head came to rest on my shoulder.
Focusing on a point on the wall, I tried not to let the tears crowding my eyes fall. Instead I rest my cheek against his hair for a moment and then finally took a sip of my drink.
“It’s really good, actually,” I said with a sigh and a rueful smile.
“Good,” he replied before taking another mouthful of his own.
We stayed like that even after both mugs were long empty and he leaned against me again, heavier this time. I waited.
Eventually he walked a pair of fingers up my thigh and tangled them with my own in my lap.
“Blay-Blaine.”
“Mmm?”
“I need kisses.”
“Kurt,” I choked out, taking a shuddering breath. “L-let’s get you into bed.”
“’Kay.” He started to pull at his pajama top.
“No, K-Kurt. Leave your clothes on.”
“But-I want kisses. Naked kisses.”
I sighed, pulling him to his feet and steered him to his bed, pushing him to lie under the covers. “Wait for me. I just need to turn the lights off, okay?”
“’Kay.”
I stalked over to the main switch and flicked it off, hurrying back to Kurt in the dark. Climbing in, I lay on my side to wait, wanting him to fall asleep faster than he ever had before.
“Blainey, where’d you go?” I could feel him groping around with a clumsy hand to find my face.
“I’m right here,” I said as his fingers brushed against my hand, curled up on the pillow.
“Kiss me,” he pleaded.
“I-I can’t, Kurt.”
“Did I do something wrong?” he whispered.
“No, never,” I answered with my own voice low, dropping further to whisper back, “I just can’t.”
“You sound sad.”
“Because I am.”
“Don’t be sad, Blay.”
“I can’t help it. I’m-” My throat tightened up forcing me to take a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Kurt. I’m just so sorry.”
“Blay,” he said helplessly. His fingers scrabbled at mine to pull me close. “Shh, Blay. Don’t cry.”
I lost it a little bit at that, letting him put his arms around me and pull me to lie against him.
Digging my face in against his neck, Kurt swarmed the skin he could reach with tiny kisses as he shushed me while I sobbed.
“You can tell me anythin’, Blay. Whaz wrong?”
Will he remember if I tell him?
“I-I. I’m sorry, Kurt. If I hurt you. If I made you feel bad.”
“Bad?” he echoed, not understanding.
“Dirty,” I choked out.
“Wha?”
“When you w-wake up after our kisses, do you feel dirty?”
“Y-yeah.”
My heart caught in my throat at his admission as a raw sounding whine escaped and I clung to him harder. I whispered my almost silent apologies into his skin over and over again as he barely stroked my hair.
“Bu’ in a good way, Blay.”
“What does that even mean?” I cried callously.
“S’not dirty. Y’make me feel…sexy. No one’s ever made m-me feel like that. Bu’ you’re the only one, Blay. The only one who makes me feel like I’m special an’ not ‘sgusting. Not a freak.”
“You are not a freak, Kurt,” I said adamantly, raising my head to look at him. “You-I. You’re so amazing and y-you shine so bright I guess not everyone can b-bear to look.”
“You see me,” he whispered, his head falling back.
“You’re beautiful.”
His fingertips slipped down my cheek as his eyes closed.
“Soareyou.”
I smashed my lips to his in a wet whimpering kiss as he went limp.
“No!” I sobbed. “Wait. I need you! Please,” I begged with a shaky voice as tears dripped off my face, sliding over his skin.
“Please!” I whispered fervently, pulling at him to reverse our positions. “Please hold me.”
***
Feels good.
Smack!
Why didn’t I do this earlier?
Smack. Smack.
With Kurt around, I haven’t been doing this as much.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Our friendship shouldn’t get in the way of feeling this good. Harder!
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Jab. Jab. Uppercut!
Smack. Smack. Smack!
“Knockout! And the crowd goes wild….ahhhhh,” I imitated the roar of the imaginary crowd as I bounced on my toes, cheering to myself.
“Are you quite finished?”
I whipped around to see Jeff propped up against the door of the gym. “Nope! Why don’t you show me what you’ve got, Blonde Cyclone, before I hand your ass to you,” I chirped with a grin.
“Psh! That’s big talk for a little man.”
“That’s an awfully high horse you’re on, come a little closer and I’ll knock you back down to earth.”
Jeff chuckled, threw aside his towel and dropped his bag to get out his tape. “Head gear?”
“You’ll need it.”
“So will you. I wouldn’t want to mess up your face. Kurt would be all over me in a heartbeat.”
I hesitated with the denial ready on my tongue but instead I grinned. “Maybe.”
***
“Blay?”
“Mmm?” I lifted my head from the crook of his neck.
“Will you ever kiss me again?”
“I-I don’t know,” I propped myself up on an elbow. “Do you want me to?”
“Yessss,” Kurt whined as he arched up to plant one on me.
I made sure to keep my mouth closed as he pulled me down against him. At his frustrated grunt, I broke the kiss. “Can I tell you something?”
“Course,” he panted against my cheek as his hands slid beneath my sleep shirt.
“My mom called today and gave me the news about being all clear.”
“And that’s good?”
“That’s very good, Kurt. Very, very good.”
“Yay. Does it mean you’ll kiss me again?”
My gaze dropped to his lips. I want to.
“Please, Blay?”
I pressed my lips very softly to his before my mouth drifted away, nose trailing across his cheekbone as I began to sing softly against his ear. “When I was youn-ger I saw my daddy cry and curse at the wind. He broke his own heart and I watched as he tried to re-assemble it. And my momma swore that she would never let herself forget. And that was the day that I promised I'd never sing of love if it does not exist.”
Kurt sighed as I pulled away to gaze at him while stroking his hair off his forehead. “But darling, you are the only exception. Oh, you are the only exception.”
My gaze dropped back to his lips as I sang him my secrets. “Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts. And we've got to find other ways to make it alone. Or keep a straight face.”
Looking back into his dark blue eyes I confided, “And I've always lived like this, keeping a comfortable distance. And up until now I've sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness. Because none of it was ever worth the risk. Well, you are the only exception. You are the only exception.”
Lying down beside him, I nuzzled into his neck and sang a little louder, the vibrations tickling my lips. “I've got a tight grip on reality but I can't let go of what's in front of me here. I know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up. Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream. Oh oh oh,” I trailed off.
Kurt’s arms tightened around me as I barely made a sound “You are the only exception. You are the only exception. You are the only exception. You are the only exception. And I'm on my way to believing.” He sighed peacefully as he drifted into dreamland. “Oh, and I'm on my way to believing.”
“Goodnight, beautiful,” I breathed out, my eyes closing as well.
***
“You’re in a better mood,” Wes remarked as we left rehearsal.
“I managed to hit the gym yesterday and get some stuff worked out,” I said with a shrug.
“Good. Got anything lined up this weekend?”
“Yeah, there’s an open audition for the King’s Island Christmas show.”
Flint joined us as we headed towards the dorms. “Over in Mason? Jeez, you’re gonna haul all the way over there for an open audition?” he asked.
“Sure, why not?”
“It seems like a long way to go for a long shot,” the tall brunet said offhandedly.
“A long shot?” Wes said with a chortle. “Sounds like we need some stakes. David!” he yelled out to his co-councilor who was walking ahead with Kurt and Jeff.
“Yeah?”
“Set up a pool. Flint thinks Blaine won’t get a slot at the King’s Island show.”
David stopped and looked at Flint surprised. “Really?”
“Uh, I just said it was a long shot…”
“Are you kidding? Blaine’s a shoo-in,” Thad added.
“Aw no way, man. There’s always a massive turn-out for a handful of slots. Dude, prepare to get crushed,” John said stepping up to Thad, inadvertently towering over him with his afro.
“Hold up, boys. I’ll take official bets at an emergency meeting tomorrow lunchtime,” David said magnanimously as Wes nodded with a big grin.
I simply rolled my eyes and grimaced at Kurt who was mirroring my actions.
***
A/N - The song used was Paramore's 'The Only Exception'. I've had to split this chapters into two parts because it was a tad oversize!
Part Twenty Two B>>
Pairings: Blaine/OMCs, Blaine/Kurt
Spoilers: Set from 2x06, canon by day, AU by night
Warnings: Non-con, Somnophilia, Drugs/Alcohol, Manipulation, Oral, Frottage, Toys
Summary: Blaine is impatient. He doesn’t want to wait for true love to strike before he can touch another boy or have someone touch him, so he finds a way to make it happen. Although there are others, he finds himself lured in by his new roommate at Dalton, Kurt.
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***
Who the hell is knocking on my door this early?
“Be right there,” I yelled out as I buckled my belt and draped my tie around my neck. Opening the dorm room door, I couldn’t believe my eyes. “Kurt!”
“Surprise!” he squealed and flung his arms wide.
“But what-what are you doing here so early?” I’m so happy to see you right now. You have no idea.
“I couldn’t wait until lunch to see you, silly. Now, are going to let me into my own room?”
My jaw snapped shut and I took a step back to let him pass.
“C’mere,” he said with an eye roll as he gripped me in an unexpectedly tight hug.
“Kurt-” Never let go.
“I think that was the longest week of my life, Blaine.”
“Kurt-” I missed you too.
“You’re never allowed to go on holiday again.”
“…You do realize that Christmas is coming, right?” I mentioned and he let go of me with his hands waving.
“Yes, and I’ve made an extra large stocking in order to smuggle you into my house and you can live behind a wall of presents by day and sleep in my bed by night.”
“What?!”
He giggled. “Okay, so that might not work.”
“Who are you and what’ve you done with my best friend?”
“Blaine! I’m right here. I’m always going to be right here,” he said grabbing me for another hug.
I missed you so much.
“So tell me everything!” Kurt said as he quickly broke the hug and bounced back on his toes. “Who did you meet? What did you see? Did you shop on Rodeo Drive? Tell me!”
Smiling, I drop my head and huff a breath. “You are…” Adorable. “…going to love what I got you for Christmas.”
Kurt went a little bug eyed, which made me chuckle, as he started skipping on the spot. “Oooh, you have to tell me now, Blaine. You can’t tease me and not tell me. I have to know!”
“No, no. I’m not giving in that easy.” I tried to calm him but only succeeded in getting a pout in return. “But…I do have a little something here with your name on it.”
The bouncing started again as his hands flew to his mouth while I shifted over to my satchel and pulled out the gift. I walked back and presented it to him.
“Oh, you didn’t have to get me anything,” he said with failing sincerity as he turned over the parcel in his hands.
“Just open it, dummy.” I couldn’t help the fond eye roll as he hulked out on the wrapping paper, shredding it until nothing was left but a small gold Oscar statuette.
He looked up at me with big blue confused eyes.
“Read the inscription, Kurt.”
“Oh.” He turned the golden figurine over and read aloud, “In the category of Best Friend Forever, the winner is Kurt Hummel.”
“I know it’s a bit cheesy,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck and glancing away, “but I saw it and thought of you. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to keep-”
“It’s perfect,” he said softly, cutting me off.
“Really?”
“Really, Blaine. I’ll treasure it.”
“You don’t have to say th-”
“Blaine, seriously - shut up. Just let me hug you and say thank you, okay?”
“Okay,” I said with a shrug and held out my arms as he embraced me once more. Only this time is wasn’t enthusiastic or bouncy, it was gentle and I could feel the warmth of his palm through my shirt as it slid up my back. And wow, this is a really long hug. He smells so good and he’s here and solid and right and I don’t want to move. Ever. Can we just stop time like this?
“Maybe one day you’ll have a real one to put next to it,” I told him, feeling him smile against the side of my face as he whispered, “Thank you,” in my ear. I pulled away, smiling as well and looked at my watch. “Shit, we better get moving otherwise we’ll miss breakfast!”
“What do you need?”
“Um, blazer, bag and my tie.”
Kurt darted off and grabbed my blazer off my bed as I shoved another notepad in my bag and snapped it shut.
“Here,” he said handing me the jacket as he took a hold of the dangling ends of the tie still draped around my neck. Making quick work of looping it together, Kurt pulled the loose knot tighter to my throat as I shrugged on the blazer. “Hold still,” he instructed, as he did up my top button and re-adjusted the knot. “There! Perfectly handsome.”
We glanced at each other’s eyes at the same time and shifted our gazes immediately while both of us stepped back.
“Uh, thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. Um…breakfast?”
“Oh yeah. Sure. Let’s go.” I grabbed my bag and nodded to Kurt without making eye contact as he held the door open for me. Hopefully I could pass off my rising blush on the race to get to the Dining Hall on time.
***
I could hear Kurt humming in the bathroom as he went through his skincare routine. “Do you want me to get the hot drinks?” he asked as he wandered out, slipping his headband off.
I shook my head and climbed off my bed, pushing aside my school books. “Nah, that’s okay. I’ll go.”
Leaving my roommate behind, I moved down the sparsely lit hallway to the kitchenette and made the hot chocolate wondering briefly if I was making the right decision.
A quick trip back to our room had us settling down on my bed, mugs in hand as I recounted how I’d been roped into standing in the background for a commercial while I’d been taking photos along the Walk of Fame.
Setting our empty mugs aside, I flipped through the photos I’d had developed for Kurt before I’d come home.
“See? And I even got this one of Judy Garland for your Wizard of Oz scrapbook.”
“Oh! And you got one of the hands and feet. Oh my god! Look at the high heels imprint,” Kurt cried as he jiggled my arm, “Blaine, that’s so thoughtful! Thank you.”
“It was nothing,” I said as I nudged his shoulder.
“You’ve been kinda quiet today. Is everything all right?”
“Just…sad to leave my mom behind, I guess.”
“Of course, I should’ve realized. I thought m-maybe something had happened.”
“Yeah, uh. Something did happen.”
“What?”
“Um…did I tell you I met some porn stars? At my mom’s house?”
“What? Why would there be…that doesn’t make any sense, Blaine.”
“I texted you on Black Friday, right?”
“Riiight. A photo of you and your mom by the ocean during dinner. And then I think you must’ve butt dialed me later because all I could hear was you moaning about your shoes getting wet so I hung up.”
“Uh well, my mom ended up leaving to help out a friend or something and the whole small together thing morphed into a massive party with Parker’s clients and friends and I-I ended up getting so drunk that I passed out.”
“Blaine,” he scolded.
“And I may or may not have peed on my suede shoes earlier than night.”
Kurt’s eyes shot wide open in horror. “You didn’t bring them back with you, did you?!”
“No,” I huffed. I put them in the bin along with my dignity. “But my mom broke up with Parker the next day and there was a huge scene. God, the yelling. He was screaming at her from the street while Coop and I were stuffing his bags in his car and he kept pulling things out.” I hung my head, rubbing at my temples. “It was mortifying and all my fault, Kurt.”
“What? No! No, Blaine.”
“I knew I shouldn’t have had more than a beer or two after Parker offered but I did anyway and then I just, I don’t know, lost track of everything.”
“Blaine, he shouldn’t have offered you any at all and I think I like your mom even more now.”
“You liked her before?”
“Well, yeah. She’s your mom and if you’re so…dappertastic then she must be pretty special too.”
“Dappertastic?” I chuckled as I surreptitiously wiped at the corner of my eye.
“It’s absolutely a word.”
“It is not a word.”
Yes, it is.”
“Kurt, no-”
“Shush, Blaine. It’s the perfect word for you.”
I rolled my eyes and conceded. “Whatever.”
“So is your mom going to be okay?”
“Coop’s keeping any eye on things but yeah, she’s tough so I think she’ll be fine. She’ll call me in the next couple of days with an update and I’ll know just how good or bad things are then.”
“And you’ll tell me?”
“Will I have a choice?” I asked with my eyebrow arched.
He laughed. “Not really. I can’t earn my Oscar if you don’t let me do my job.”
“I’m pretty sure those things are, like, non-refundable.”
“Good, because you’re not getting it back,” he said with a grin.
“Go to bed, Kurt.”
“Okay, I’m going. Oof! Hey! Put the pillow down, Blaine,” he warned.
“You better move faster then!” I said as I swung the pillow at his retreating pajama-clad ass.
“Hey! No fair! You haven’t even had your shower.”
“Oh, shit!”
He cackled and shot a pillow at my head. “You better go take one otherwise you’ll wake up stuck to a pillowcase.”
“One way to get out of classes,” I smirked as I got up and threw his pillow back at him. “I won’t be long. Do you want me to turn out the lights?”
“Mm hm. ‘Night, Blaine.”
“G’night, Kurt,” I said, stopping in the bathroom doorway watching as he turned his lamp out, throwing the room into darkness before shutting myself in.
***
I flipped off the bathroom light before opening the door. Holding the towel tight around my waist, I moved to find the pajamas I’d forgotten to take with me, glad that all the lights were out.
Getting dressed in the darkness, I shot a look over at Kurt who was facing the other wall, motionless. I slid in between my own sheets and fumbled for my laptop, finding something to distract me from both Kurt and my pending test results from mom’s doctor.
Two hours later and feeling tired finally, I closed the computer and tried to sleep but only to toss and turn fruitlessly for close to an hour. Rolling over once more, I opened my eyes, letting them adjust to the light before I could make out the shape of Kurt beneath his blankets. Clearly fast asleep, his faint snore was both the tiniest bit distracting and soothing all at once.
I sighed and checked the clock. Five past one. Crap. I glanced at Kurt again.
What harm could it do?
Pushing the covers back, I crept across the room and slipped into Kurt’s bed, cuddling up behind my roommate as the big spoon.
Sighing, I felt my mind and body start to unfurl. I won’t stay all night. Just until I’m ready to fall asleep.
***
Kurt shoved his foot out into the cooler air, curling it back onto the bed uncovered. The warmth enveloping his back was overwhelming and he wriggled dozily trying to move away from it.
Unable to turn over properly, he sat up and rubbed at his squinty eyes in the dark room. Blinking at the digital clock, his mind became aware that two thirty was too early to do anything but go back to sleep.
Still feeling overheated, he tugged his pajama top off and dropped it on the floor which was followed by his undershirt. Slightly cooler, Kurt lay down on his back and understood immediately why he was so warm. The sleeping body next to him rolled over and his roommate snuggled up, nuzzling into his neck, as a warm arm wound itself around his waist.
Kurt froze for a second, his foggy mind unsure of what was happening.
“Blaine,” he rasped out.
The soft replying whimper beside his ear relaxed him immediately, understanding that the boy beside him was dead to the world.
“Hey,” Kurt whispered as he shook the shoulder closest to him.
The only answer was a foot sliding between Kurt’s own as his roommate clung onto his body.
He could do this, Kurt realized. He could cuddle his best friend if that’s what he needed. Just this once he could be the one to give physical comfort for a change. His roommate was constantly rubbing Kurt’s arm, knee or shoulders, showing him that there wasn’t anything to be afraid of or that he wasn’t as repulsive as he’d been told for years. So just this once, Kurt was determined to give his best friend what he needed. He could do this. Especially if he didn’t think too hard about being shirtless while his gorgeous roommate lay half over him.
Pushing back the covers a bit, Kurt turned his head to rest against his best friend’s soft sweet smelling hair as he clasped the forearm resting on his stomach.
“Sweet dreams, Blaine.”
Kurt closed his eyes and drifted back off quickly, wondering if they would have a conversation about this tomorrow. Today, his mind unhelpfully reminded him. Whenever.
***
I woke up just after six with Kurt wrapped around me tightly, his hard cock poking against my lower back. Rolling out of bed as gently as I could, I stumbled back to my own and flopped between the cool sheets and closed my eyes, trying hard not to think about how good Kurt felt against me as I dozed until the alarm went off.
After getting up, the day was a blur of breakfast and History and Warblers. All I could think of was climbing back into bed with Kurt’s arms holding me tight and never wanting to wake from that.
Later, Kurt made the hot drinks as I showered.
Sluggishly, I sat on the edge of my bed and stared at the floor until he arrived back. In a flash he’d set both drinks down and sprinted to the bathroom, the door banging closed behind him.
I stared at the mugs for what felt like years and then seemingly moved in slow motion. Dropping a tablet into his full mug probably should’ve sounded more dramatic than it actually was. The quiet ‘plink’ of the liquid the only noise in the room until I managed to start breathing again.
I need him.
Taking my cup in both hands, I closed my eyes with my head bent, waiting for him but was still startled when his voice sounded so close. I hadn’t even heard the door open.
“I hate that,” Kurt started as he took off his dressing gown and hung it up, “when you only realize you need the bathroom when you can’t actually access one.” He sat on his bed, across from mine, and reached for his drink. “I hope it tastes alright. Hot chocolate is not my forte.”
“’I’m sure it is. Thanks.”
“So…did you get a chance to get more caught up in Study Hall today?”
“A bit. History mostly but only because there’s an essay due at the end of the week.”
“Mmm, lucky you. I’m pretty sure we’re starting on the Romans tomorrow so with any luck we’ll get a couple of weeks before a quiz or something. No doubt, right before Christmas break.”
“Probably.”
“Blaine?”
“Mmm?”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Just tired.”
“Y-you can talk to me. About anything. You know that, right?”
I nodded, keeping my head down, not trusting my voice right now. I swallowed hard as Kurt came and sat close beside me, his thigh hot against mine as his head came to rest on my shoulder.
Focusing on a point on the wall, I tried not to let the tears crowding my eyes fall. Instead I rest my cheek against his hair for a moment and then finally took a sip of my drink.
“It’s really good, actually,” I said with a sigh and a rueful smile.
“Good,” he replied before taking another mouthful of his own.
We stayed like that even after both mugs were long empty and he leaned against me again, heavier this time. I waited.
Eventually he walked a pair of fingers up my thigh and tangled them with my own in my lap.
“Blay-Blaine.”
“Mmm?”
“I need kisses.”
“Kurt,” I choked out, taking a shuddering breath. “L-let’s get you into bed.”
“’Kay.” He started to pull at his pajama top.
“No, K-Kurt. Leave your clothes on.”
“But-I want kisses. Naked kisses.”
I sighed, pulling him to his feet and steered him to his bed, pushing him to lie under the covers. “Wait for me. I just need to turn the lights off, okay?”
“’Kay.”
I stalked over to the main switch and flicked it off, hurrying back to Kurt in the dark. Climbing in, I lay on my side to wait, wanting him to fall asleep faster than he ever had before.
“Blainey, where’d you go?” I could feel him groping around with a clumsy hand to find my face.
“I’m right here,” I said as his fingers brushed against my hand, curled up on the pillow.
“Kiss me,” he pleaded.
“I-I can’t, Kurt.”
“Did I do something wrong?” he whispered.
“No, never,” I answered with my own voice low, dropping further to whisper back, “I just can’t.”
“You sound sad.”
“Because I am.”
“Don’t be sad, Blay.”
“I can’t help it. I’m-” My throat tightened up forcing me to take a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Kurt. I’m just so sorry.”
“Blay,” he said helplessly. His fingers scrabbled at mine to pull me close. “Shh, Blay. Don’t cry.”
I lost it a little bit at that, letting him put his arms around me and pull me to lie against him.
Digging my face in against his neck, Kurt swarmed the skin he could reach with tiny kisses as he shushed me while I sobbed.
“You can tell me anythin’, Blay. Whaz wrong?”
Will he remember if I tell him?
“I-I. I’m sorry, Kurt. If I hurt you. If I made you feel bad.”
“Bad?” he echoed, not understanding.
“Dirty,” I choked out.
“Wha?”
“When you w-wake up after our kisses, do you feel dirty?”
“Y-yeah.”
My heart caught in my throat at his admission as a raw sounding whine escaped and I clung to him harder. I whispered my almost silent apologies into his skin over and over again as he barely stroked my hair.
“Bu’ in a good way, Blay.”
“What does that even mean?” I cried callously.
“S’not dirty. Y’make me feel…sexy. No one’s ever made m-me feel like that. Bu’ you’re the only one, Blay. The only one who makes me feel like I’m special an’ not ‘sgusting. Not a freak.”
“You are not a freak, Kurt,” I said adamantly, raising my head to look at him. “You-I. You’re so amazing and y-you shine so bright I guess not everyone can b-bear to look.”
“You see me,” he whispered, his head falling back.
“You’re beautiful.”
His fingertips slipped down my cheek as his eyes closed.
“Soareyou.”
I smashed my lips to his in a wet whimpering kiss as he went limp.
“No!” I sobbed. “Wait. I need you! Please,” I begged with a shaky voice as tears dripped off my face, sliding over his skin.
“Please!” I whispered fervently, pulling at him to reverse our positions. “Please hold me.”
***
Feels good.
Smack!
Why didn’t I do this earlier?
Smack. Smack.
With Kurt around, I haven’t been doing this as much.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Our friendship shouldn’t get in the way of feeling this good. Harder!
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Jab. Jab. Uppercut!
Smack. Smack. Smack!
“Knockout! And the crowd goes wild….ahhhhh,” I imitated the roar of the imaginary crowd as I bounced on my toes, cheering to myself.
“Are you quite finished?”
I whipped around to see Jeff propped up against the door of the gym. “Nope! Why don’t you show me what you’ve got, Blonde Cyclone, before I hand your ass to you,” I chirped with a grin.
“Psh! That’s big talk for a little man.”
“That’s an awfully high horse you’re on, come a little closer and I’ll knock you back down to earth.”
Jeff chuckled, threw aside his towel and dropped his bag to get out his tape. “Head gear?”
“You’ll need it.”
“So will you. I wouldn’t want to mess up your face. Kurt would be all over me in a heartbeat.”
I hesitated with the denial ready on my tongue but instead I grinned. “Maybe.”
***
“Blay?”
“Mmm?” I lifted my head from the crook of his neck.
“Will you ever kiss me again?”
“I-I don’t know,” I propped myself up on an elbow. “Do you want me to?”
“Yessss,” Kurt whined as he arched up to plant one on me.
I made sure to keep my mouth closed as he pulled me down against him. At his frustrated grunt, I broke the kiss. “Can I tell you something?”
“Course,” he panted against my cheek as his hands slid beneath my sleep shirt.
“My mom called today and gave me the news about being all clear.”
“And that’s good?”
“That’s very good, Kurt. Very, very good.”
“Yay. Does it mean you’ll kiss me again?”
My gaze dropped to his lips. I want to.
“Please, Blay?”
I pressed my lips very softly to his before my mouth drifted away, nose trailing across his cheekbone as I began to sing softly against his ear. “When I was youn-ger I saw my daddy cry and curse at the wind. He broke his own heart and I watched as he tried to re-assemble it. And my momma swore that she would never let herself forget. And that was the day that I promised I'd never sing of love if it does not exist.”
Kurt sighed as I pulled away to gaze at him while stroking his hair off his forehead. “But darling, you are the only exception. Oh, you are the only exception.”
My gaze dropped back to his lips as I sang him my secrets. “Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts. And we've got to find other ways to make it alone. Or keep a straight face.”
Looking back into his dark blue eyes I confided, “And I've always lived like this, keeping a comfortable distance. And up until now I've sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness. Because none of it was ever worth the risk. Well, you are the only exception. You are the only exception.”
Lying down beside him, I nuzzled into his neck and sang a little louder, the vibrations tickling my lips. “I've got a tight grip on reality but I can't let go of what's in front of me here. I know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up. Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream. Oh oh oh,” I trailed off.
Kurt’s arms tightened around me as I barely made a sound “You are the only exception. You are the only exception. You are the only exception. You are the only exception. And I'm on my way to believing.” He sighed peacefully as he drifted into dreamland. “Oh, and I'm on my way to believing.”
“Goodnight, beautiful,” I breathed out, my eyes closing as well.
***
“You’re in a better mood,” Wes remarked as we left rehearsal.
“I managed to hit the gym yesterday and get some stuff worked out,” I said with a shrug.
“Good. Got anything lined up this weekend?”
“Yeah, there’s an open audition for the King’s Island Christmas show.”
Flint joined us as we headed towards the dorms. “Over in Mason? Jeez, you’re gonna haul all the way over there for an open audition?” he asked.
“Sure, why not?”
“It seems like a long way to go for a long shot,” the tall brunet said offhandedly.
“A long shot?” Wes said with a chortle. “Sounds like we need some stakes. David!” he yelled out to his co-councilor who was walking ahead with Kurt and Jeff.
“Yeah?”
“Set up a pool. Flint thinks Blaine won’t get a slot at the King’s Island show.”
David stopped and looked at Flint surprised. “Really?”
“Uh, I just said it was a long shot…”
“Are you kidding? Blaine’s a shoo-in,” Thad added.
“Aw no way, man. There’s always a massive turn-out for a handful of slots. Dude, prepare to get crushed,” John said stepping up to Thad, inadvertently towering over him with his afro.
“Hold up, boys. I’ll take official bets at an emergency meeting tomorrow lunchtime,” David said magnanimously as Wes nodded with a big grin.
I simply rolled my eyes and grimaced at Kurt who was mirroring my actions.
***
A/N - The song used was Paramore's 'The Only Exception'. I've had to split this chapters into two parts because it was a tad oversize!
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