All Good Things
Written for Tumblr's Klaine Advent Challenge (a 100+ word drabble a day)
Prompt #23: Whisper
A/N - Takes place during s4e14, I Do.
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“This doesn’t mean we’re going as-” Kurt whispered as Blaine’s hands splayed over his shirt covered back.
“No! I know,” Blaine whispered back. “Not a date. I got it, Kurt.” Blaine nibbled on his ear lobe. “Loud and clear.” Kurt’s head made a thunk as it hit the hallway wall while Blaine’s lips dragged their way down his neck.
“We’re gonna get caught,” Kurt mumbled even as he pulled Blaine in by his hips. “I don’t think I’d be able to explain this away to my dad.” Blaine shushed him and then kissed him again. It was Kurt’s fault they were making out in the Hummel-Hudson’s hall anyway. Blaine certainly did not care about getting caught. In fact, it may even have been a good thing - to shake Kurt’s tree. There was clearly something between them still. Something…electrical. Chemical, maybe. Animal definitely. So when Kurt had insisted on being picked up first, Blaine wanted to make sure he was going to get the ride of his life. But not right now because his cell phone rang. For the second time.
“Tina! Hi!” Blaine answered the call breathlessly. “Uh, yeah. We’re about ten minutes away,” he checked with Kurt, his eyebrows raised. Kurt shook his head quickly and stretched his hands apart. “Actually, uh, make that fifteen. No! Twenty. Oh. Twenty five just to be sure. Uh huh,” Blaine agreed mindlessly as Kurt palmed his fattening dick. ‘Uh huh. Oh,” he gasped as his belt was unbuckled. “I-I. Oh. I have to go!” He hung up gracelessly on his friend and pocketed the phone, then launched himself back into a messy kiss.
“Upstairs.” Kurt pushed him back a little, grabbed his hand and vaulted up the stairs two at a time with Blaine in tow.
“Where are you going?” Finn asked as he appeared in his suit. He called after them as they raced by, “Shouldn’t you be leaving too?”
“I forgot my jacket!” Kurt yelled back while Blaine chuckled. The bedroom door slammed behind them.
“You’re wearing your jacket, y’know. New kid,” Blaine said as he plucked at Kurt’s lapel.
“Well, I was told by a very helpful and handsome guy not to forget it.” Kurt bracketed Blaine in against the door. “And I never have since.” He dropped his gaze to Blaine’s lips and leaned in tantalizingly close and whispered, “I believe I have you to thank for that pearl of wisdom.”
“By all means,” Blaine said with a flutter of his eyelashes. “It certainly beats a thank you card.” Kurt glanced back up in surprise and laughed delightedly.
“C’mon, we have ten minutes.” He stripped off his jacket and loosened his bowtie.
“Twenty five,” Blaine corrected. Kurt waggled his finger at him and winked.
“Ten minutes to make you come, then ten to make ourselves look respectable, and then five minutes to pick up Tina and Rachel.”
“Mmm, I like your thinking Mr Hummel,” Blaine said with a smirk as he shucked out of his own black jacket until Kurt’s phone rang.
“Oh my god,” Kurt muttered as he picked up the call. “Tina, he said twenty five- Rachel? Alright. Aright! We’re on our way.” He grumbled as he pulled his jacket back on and slid the phone into his pocket. He shrugged and looked at Blaine. “They’re insisting we’ll be late if we don’t leave now and I do not want to listen to Rachel harp on about it for the rest of the evening. Can we pick this up later?” Kurt helped brush down Blaine’s jacket as he shrugged it back on. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” Blaine smirked as Kurt opened the door and held it for him.
“I’ll hold you to that.”
“Oh, I hope you will.”
Yes