Happy Holidays Neaislove!
Title: Oh, What Happened Then Was Rich
Recipient: neaislove
Author: to be revealed January 3rd, 2012
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: oral sex, mild food play
Word Count: 4289
Summary: Kurt needed sometime away from Santana, so he hid away-even though it’s his own party. Blaine, well, Blaine can’t stand his boyfriend not being happy…thankfully, he has the help of some Munchkins for that.
Notes: Based off the following prompts: “Something with Blaine and Kurt cuddling and drinking hot chocolate”; and “Kurt has a weakness for Pumpkin Munchkins (from Dunkin Donuts). Blaine sees this as an opportunity for seduction and blackmail. Fluffy.”
A thousand and one thanks to wowbright for being such an amazing beta, especially since this was super last notice. Honestly, just an awesome human bean’ all round. Thanks also to notso_littlej and amyryd for getting back so quickly and volunteering to look over this fic.
Finalement, neaislove, I hope you enjoy your fill! Anything with food play makes me happy, so this was a ton of fun to write.
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“I like him. He’s even more of a man whore than Puck. You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if Blaine cheats on you. Skeezeball’s got game.”
Kurt clenched his jaw, he’d fire back an insult but this was his relationship Santana was insulting and the last thing he’d ever do is discuss his relationship with Blaine to Santana (or Rachel or Finn or Puck or even Artie...but that’s beside the point).
“I’m being serious here. Yeah, you’re not blushing brides anymore but what else is new? All I’ve heard you talk about is New York this, New York that. Well Tinkerbell, news flash! Your sparkly fairy dust is fading. Also, you should get your eyes checked, cause that McQueen you were wearing? It’s fake. My cousin sold it to the store you bought it from.”
Kurt stood up from the couch, throwing his cup into the trash. He couldn’t stay in this room any longer. “You know what Santana? How long did it take to convince Brittany to go out with you? She’s one of the sweetest people I know. You may belong together but you don’t deserve her and you know it. So take your damn insecurities and go fix your own relationship and lay off mine.”
Finn rounded on Santana when Kurt left the room. “What the hell!”
She rolled her eyes and sat back in the couch. She was being nice.
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Blaine snuck up the stairs, escaping the party going on in Santana’s living room. He creaked open the first door on the left, poking his head in. The room was dark, but clearly Santana’s-if the zebra print rug was anything to go by. He found Kurt perched in the bay window.
Kurt was looking out the window, gently twirling the fox tail he had clipped to his belt, the white tip tracing random patterns in the air. It was distracting, Blaine thought, before shaking himself, starting to feel a bit dizzy from following the tail with his eyes. He closed the door behind him.
“What are you doing up here?” Blaine said. “Everyone’s downstairs.”
Kurt looked up and shuffled over to make room for Blaine on the window seat. He dropped his tail and wrapped his arms around his legs, facing Blaine.
“Just needed to get away for a bit. It’s quiet up here.”
Blaine nodded and looked out the window. “It’s beautiful.”
Kurt hummed his agreement but stayed silent. Blaine looked over his boyfriend’s face. Kurt looked tired, he single-handedly planned the whole party, and it was a roaring success if the sounds drifting up the stairs indicated anything.
“Do you want me to go back downstairs?”
Kurt shook his head lightly, “No, you can stay.”
Blaine leaned backward, stretching out his legs so his toes touched Kurt’s icy feet. He had lost his shoes several hours earlier when he started climbing the couch-who knew that would cause Santana to enforce a no-shoes policy? He remembered Kurt hiding his suede boots in a corner when drinks started spilling. He pointed his toes and stretched his legs out a bit more, entangling their legs together.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
Kurt shifted, the tops of his feet burrowing into the warmth underneath Blaine’s thighs.
“It’s nothing, I just needed to get away from them for a bit.”
“You mean Santana.”
Kurt just shot Blaine a pointed look and Blaine immediately sat up, kneeling over Kurt.
“He means nothing to me Kurt, nothing. He’s not even here tonight. I don’t know why she said anything.”
Kurt looks blankly at Blaine, “Of course not, I didn’t invite him.”
A loud burst of laughter drifted from the stairs and Kurt shifted his legs again.
Blaine rubbed his hands on Kurt’s thighs. “I wouldn’t have either. I love you-you’re the only one for me.”
He leaned forward for a kiss, resting his weight on Kurt’s thighs. But Kurt turned his head at the last moment and Blaine was met with cheek instead. He placed several gentle kisses there before sighing and pulling back.
Kurt pouted, “I know, I just can’t help it. I hate that guy.”
Blaine stared at Kurt, feeling at a loss. He slowly reached out and shifted so that his legs folded under them, arms slowly wrapping around Kurt in case he pulled away again, sliding until he sat in the crook of Kurt’s body, cradled in Kurt’s arms. Their faces were inches apart and Blaine looked into Kurt’s eyes, hoping that he could find an answer there to somehow fix this. People often said that the eyes were the windows to the soul and Blaine was inclined to believe so because Kurt’s gorgeous, bright irises certainly matched their beautiful owner; but more often than not, eyes were just eyes. It was all the facial ticks that told Blaine what his boyfriend was feeling-crinkled corners, an arched brow; sometimes Kurt’s ears twitched whenever he ate something he loved. And despite all his derisive proclamations, Kurt’s ears twitched like a bunny’s when he was eating Pumpkin Munchkins. A box of which Blaine had brought and left downstairs, at the mercy of Finn.
He giggled, his chest rumbling against Kurt’s. “Hold on, I have the exact thing to cheer you up.”
Kurt unlocked his arms and Blaine hurriedly slipped away. The party was getting louder as he snuck downstairs to the kitchen, hoping to avoid all the other guests.
He poked his head into the living room, where it was loudest. A bunch of the guys were surrounding Sam who was stuffing as many candy canes as possible into his mouth with the help of Puck and Artie. Rachel had commandeered Finn and was jumping on the couch. Blaine had even invited Nick, Jeff and several other Warblers, but they said that they would be arriving later. He couldn’t see Brittany or Santana but he figured that was a good thing because he wasn’t feeling much like seeing Santana at the moment.
“Drink this. It’s magic.”
Blaine stared at the shot glass that was shoved into his face and at Brittany’s innocent, but eager face.
“It’s okay, I was confused too but this way, you don’t need any needles. Come on, it’s fun!”
Blaine took the shot from Brittany before tilting his head back. He wouldn’t lie, it was delicious-like caramels and sour apples with cinnamon. He knew that he was a light weight and with Kurt waiting for him, he really shouldn’t have taken the shot but he learned long ago that Brittany meant well and amusing her was always better than ignoring her.
He licked his lips and Brittany nodded happily, “Magic, right?”
She grabbed his hand and led him back into the kitchen where Santana was lining up another row of shots. Blaine frowned when he saw her.
“Blainers! Come join us. You could do with some loosening up.”
Blaine pulled away from Brittany and headed to where he left the box of Pumpkin Munchkins.
“I’d rather not speak to you right now Santana.”
“Aw, don’t be like that. It’s just a bit of fun!”
Blaine frowned-the box was empty. He looked around for the extra box he had set aside for Kurt.
“I hid them in the gingerbread house.”
He looked over his shoulder at Brittany and pointed to the gingerbread house sitting innocently to his left. She nodded encouragingly and Blaine carefully lifted the roof to see all twelve doughnut holes piled happily together inside the gingerbread house.
“I didn’t want the Wicked Witch to find them. I can’t believe she ate the others.”
Blaine smiled at her and carefully picked each one up to bring back to Kurt.
“Thanks Brit.” He turned to give Santana a cold look. The head cheerleader just ignored him and did another shot. “Santana.”
“Oh come on hobbit head! One more shot, come and be gay, then you can go and ride your pretty little pony.”
Blaine opened his mouth; he might’ve spent every day for the past four months with New Directions, but they still baffled him-particularly Santana, he just didn’t know if he was supposed to be amused or not impressed. Santana shoved the shot glass into his face.
“Down it Groucho, before I make you wear it.”
He really didn’t know what to say to that.
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He was a bit tipsy by the time he got up the stairs. He shook his head, god he was such a light weight, what would Kurt say? He patted down his bow-tie and stuck a Munchkin in his mouth, he wasn’t drunk yet-he only had two shots, he could make it; if he thought sober, he would be sober.
Kurt was still curled up in the window seat when he got back up. His boyfriend was beautiful.
“What took you so long? Blaine...”
Blaine ducked his head and crawled into Kurt’s lap, dropping the box of Munchkins onto the floor. “Sorry, I ran into Santana and Brittany...they had yummy green drinks.”
Kurt sighed and Blaine felt the air whisk over the back of his neck. “M’sorry. But you can’t be mad at me.”
“I’m not mad.”
“Yes, you are.” Blaine leaned down, Kurt’s arms keeping him anchored. He turned around and lifted the box, plucking a Munchkin from the box. “Wait...you must promise not not be mad, cause I’m sorry and I’ve apologized already.”
Kurt rolled his eyes, “I’m not mad, now gimme.”
Blaine grinned happily and extended his hand; Kurt lifted his eyebrow before taking a bite from the doughnut hole. Blaine watched his boyfriend eat, tilting his head so that his gelled hair stuck to the window.
“This is awesome,” Blaine said. “Everyone’s happy and singing, it makes me all fuzzy. I think we should do this all day, every day.”
Kurt just groaned around his pastry and reached forward for the second half of the Munchkin, but Blaine dodged away.
“Nuh uh. You’re still a glumumble and you’re not getting this second half until you give me a kiss.”
“Really Blaine? How much did you drink?”
Blaine shrugged, “Not that much. You should’ve seen Brit, she thought these were characters in the Wizard of Oz.”
Kurt twisted his arms together, “I’m not really comparing you to other people. Please? I’ll give you double the kisses.”
Oh, oh that was a good idea. He plopped the second half into Kurt’s mouth before leaning forward, mouthing at his neck, grinning when he felt Kurt’s ear twitching against his cheek. That’s one. He dragged his lips to Kurt’s mouth and sealed them together, his tongue darting forward to brush against Kurt’s lips. He felt Kurt retreating but he pressed himself forward, catching the donut box between their bodies. He felt Kurt giggling beneath him and he smiled, so that they weren’t really kissing anymore, just pressed up close to one another.
He pulled back and blinked at Kurt, “More?”
“Hm...I’ll have more Pumpkin Munchkins. I don’t know what else you could be talking about.”
Blaine rolled his eyes and dug into the box again, withdrawing another one to hand to Kurt. As soon as Kurt plopped it into his mouth, however, Blaine dived in, his sticky fingers coming up to coat Kurt’s neck in icing. He groaned as he ducked his head, working again at that spot on Kurt’s neck until it was pink, grazing up the bits of icing his fingers left.
“Blaine.” Kurt pulled away. “Don’t you dare get any icing on my sweater; it’s angora, it’ll never wash off.”
Blaine grinned and wiped his hands off on his jeans, choosing to ignore Kurt’s wince. Yeah, he liked his jeans, but they weren’t his fire-engine red ones or his canary ones, or his aubergine ones for that matter. Besides, denim was an industrial cloth, he’s sure they could withstand icing. He made sure his fingers were clean before digging them up underneath Kurt’s sweater, hands running up between the warm layers of soft jersey and cozy wool. He looked up at Kurt and tugged, grinning when Kurt just went with it.
“No complaints?” he asked, placing a chaste kiss on the corner of Kurt’s mouth. “You usually have something to say about doing anything after I’ve drunk something.”
Kurt sat up and kissed Blaine. “You taste like candied apples and you’re bribing me with Pumpkin Munchkins. And I trust you, if you think you’re too drunk to do this then you’ll stop.”
Blaine took in a shuddering breath and stroked his thumb down his boyfriend’s cheekbone. “Thank you.” He leaned forward, pressing Kurt back into the window seat; his shoulder brushed against the icy pane but he ignored it. Because Kurt was giving him this one little thing, Kurt was trusting Blaine even when his judgement couldn’t entirely be trusted. He gasped into Kurt’s mouth, rucking up the second shirt to take off. Kurt’s own hands were cold and creeping up his spine, so that when he pulled back, both their shirts were taken off quickly-even though his arm rattled the window and swiped some of the perspiration off. There was now a streak that provided a clear view of the white backyard, the tree bare like bleached coral. A frosted bush was illuminated by light spilling from the living room, but Blaine just gave them all a cursory glance.
Kurt nipped at his bottom lip and Blaine shifted closer so that warm skin curled around warm skin. He gasped a hot breath over Kurt’s shoulder when a shudder wracked Kurt’s body.
“It’s cold.”
Blaine hummed and breathed a pathway down Kurt’s chest, he was inclined to agree, but he was a bit preoccupied at the moment. Nevertheless, he could feel the cold prickling his skin but it was secondary to the heat that pooled in his body; the shots have probably numbed him as well. Because when another shudder ran through Kurt, Blaine pressed himself even closer, only thinking friction and body heat.
He rubbed his hands along Kurt’s arms and dragged himself further down, mouthing at the smooth flesh and trying to take Kurt’s mind off of the cold. He pressed harder kisses to Kurt’s abdomen, feeling Kurt’s breathing through his skin; Kurt’s diaphragm twitching as he sucked in breaths of air. His knee knocked something off of the window seat and he turned his head, finding the box of Pumpkin Munchkins lying discarded on the floor.
He leaned down and picked up the last one left in the box and crawled back up Kurt’s body. “Don’t think about it. Just concentrate on what I’m doing.” He placed the last one in Kurt’s mouth before sliding back down until he was curled around Kurt’s hip, his face against Kurt’s fly. He quickly undid the button and the zipper, giving the garment an almighty tug. Kurt groaned when Blaine’s hand wrapped around the base of his cock. Blaine bent his head forward and licked the head before wrapping his mouth around the shaft and lowering until his lips met his thumb and forefinger. His throat constricted, grazing against the head, so he backed off, his tongue massaging the underside of Kurt’s cock. He hadn’t quite mastered deep-throating yet.
He could taste the lightly salty precome sticking in his mouth when he withdrew to kiss the head; it was a surprisingly welcome taste after the sweet shots and sugar coated Pumpkin Munchkins. He flicked his tongue against the slit and felt a trill of satisfaction when he heard Kurt moaning and groaning above him. He fluttered his eyes closed, he relished the sounds-sometimes when he was all alone he would drag their memory out instead of physical manifestations of his boyfriend. He dropped his head again, taking away his ring finger from the base so that he could take that much more. He choked, his throat fluttering as he desperately held the length until he had to pull off.
Kurt’s cock was hot and wet, slick and hard as Blaine rubbed his palm up against the head, pressing his thumb into a vein and twisting his wrist. He gave it about five strokes before he dove back down. Blaine couldn’t explain it, because he never thought of himself as wanton, other than that he was a slut for Kurt’s cock. He didn’t necessarily like thinking of it like that; but the weight on his tongue, the stretch of his jaw around Kurt’s girth, the taste of the fluids that flooded his mouth and coated his lips, along with the movement, the heat, and the smell all twirled in his stomach like a happy, smug knot. Maybe he just didn’t have anything else to compare it to but he couldn’t imagine his jaw stretching any wider, or swallowing down anything more or less salty and bitter. He especially couldn’t imagine not having the lingering musk of cedar to fill his senses because somehow, Kurt was always clean, even after dance practice. Yeah he watched porn, and yeah, he sometimes wondered ‘could I do that? What would that feel like?’ But somehow, he was always filled the way Kurt filled him and the smell was always a lingering musk of cedar. Because really, he didn’t really want to know what that leather daddy smelled like nor did he truly want to know what that twink tasted like.
He dove his head down again until his lips brushed his fingers, groaning when the head rubbed against the roof of his mouth. Kurt was gasping above him and Blaine moaned, his spine shivering with anticipation because that guttural groan shot straight to his cock. He tucked a hand under his chin, fingers stretching out to brush against Kurt’s hole. He could feel it twitching, Kurt’s cheeks flexing and squeezing his finger in the cleft. He wriggled his finger, dipping and teasing at the edges of Kurt’s hole before curling his finger to press against the perineum. Kurt keened and started giving out short, breathy gasps, his fingers raised up and twitching against his scalp; Blaine withdrew until only the head remained. He twirled his tongue around once, twice, his thumb rubbing beneath his lips to create more friction, and his mouth was flooded with hot come. He eagerly swallowed it all down, his tongue pressing against the underside of Kurt’s cock.
He gave it one last enthusiastic suck before pulling away, crawling back up to curl around Kurt; rising and falling with Kurt’s breaths. He shivered violently as the cold fought through his lust induced haze. Kurt’s fingers combed through his curls, pulling him up for a kiss. Blaine hummed into Kurt’s mouth, shifting so that he straddled around Kurt, his jeans rubbing against Kurt’s bellybutton.
Kurt stroked his hands down Blaine’s back, trying to rub out the lingering shivers. Blaine’s eyes fluttered open, eyelashes quivering against the apples of Kurt’s cheek; he sighed, eyes fluttering back closed as he nudged their noses together. His stomach tightened when Kurt’s finger brushed against his abdomen, fingers digging beneath the waistband to undo the buttons of Blaine’s fly. He arched his back, guiding Kurt’s hands around his waist to dip below his boxers, cupping his ass cheeks.
He let out a shuddering breath, feeling his cock hardening more, groaning when Kurt’s fingers dug into his flesh. “I really want to fuck you.”
Kurt groaned, withdrawing his hands. “We don’t have any lube.”
Blaine sat up, whining, his jeans sliding lower on his hips as he stared at Kurt. “We’re at Santana’s. She must have something.”
Kurt froze, fingers gripping onto his hipbones. “Oh god. Oh god.”
Blaine shimmied his hips, knowing something was bothering Kurt but nonetheless hopeful. His cock had perked up from Kurt’s kisses.
Kurt withdrew his hands and Blaine whined again, particularly when he saw Kurt pulling his sweater back on. He pouted, digging his fingers back underneath the soft fabric, only to be interrupted when Kurt grabbed Blaine’s own sweater and shoved it over Blaine’s head.
“Blaine stop it. Oh god, I can’t believe we just did that in Santana’s room.”
Heat flooded his cheeks from embarrassment, but his cock got inexplicably harder. “Fuck Kuuurt.”
Kurt raised his eyebrow, brushing his fingers through Blaine’s curls, rearranging them before pulling him forward for a chaste kiss. “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you when we get back home.”
Blaine groaned, smiling happily at his boyfriend. He shuffled closer, imagining their skin pressing together again. He opened his mouth to say something when they heard footsteps coming up the stairs. They both looked at each other, eyes wide with horror and Blaine hastily shoved his arms through his shirt, buckling his pants over his waning erection.
The door opened.
“Ugh, you two make me sick.”
Blaine sighed, sharing a pointed look with Kurt before facing Santana.
“I hope you two Teletubbies aren’t having sex in my room. There’s only so much rainbow and sunshine barf I can stand. I need the dark, it keeps Snix happy.”
Kurt rolled his eyes and Blaine shifted to sit across his lap. “What do you want Santana?”
Santana stalked forward, shoving two mugs of hot chocolate at them. “I’m supposed to apologize. But the Michelin Man said that it’s better if I don’t say anything at all so here’s my peace offering.”
Blaine smiled, taking his mug from her. “Thank you Santana. This is awfully sweet of you.”
Kurt took the other mug from Santana. “Yes, uncommonly sweet. But I forgive you anyway.” He took a sip of the hot chocolate. “Oh my god. How much alcohol is in here?”
Santana waved her hand flippantly. “Oh, did I say hot chocolate? I meant Bailey’s with hot chocolate.”
Kurt pulled a face, but Blaine just giggled into his mug and took a sip. Santana smirked and sat down on the floor. Blaine tilted his head at her questioningly, so that his head rested on Kurt’s shoulder. Oh wow, that is comfortable. He sighed happily, wrapping his palms around the hot mug and resting it on his knees; his curls lightly ruffling from Kurt’s breathing.
“You two make me want to cry. No seriously, you remind me of that old couple in that movie with the balloons and the annoying dog. Blaine would totally be the dog if all his clothes didn’t smell like mothballs and Tums. That and if you weren’t already trying to be Boo-Boo Bear. You should go after Manboobs Hudson, he’s more like Yogi. Seriously, do you two ever get interesting? Do you just collect pennies all day?”
Blaine frowned, turning his head to sniff his sweater; it smelled fine.
Kurt snorted into his hair. “Santana, you know you’re just defeating the purpose of apologizing right?”
Santana frowned down at her nails before standing up to grab a wickedly sharp looking nail file from her dresser. “No I’m not. You’ve already accepted my apology so no backsies. I know what I’m doing Hummel.”
Blaine closed his eyes, feeling warm and drowsy. He wasn’t necessarily tired, he just wanted to ignore Santana. He shifted himself again so that his nose rested right in the collar of Kurt’s sweater, the fuzzy angora tickling at his nostrils. He faintly heard Brittany enter the room, which was good, as she would preoccupy Santana.
“Blaine?”
Blaine hummed, waiting for Kurt to finished his sentence. He felt Kurt moving beneath him, and the heavy mug being removed from his hands. He rubbed his lips together, relishing how they felt extra smooth and sensitive. They were probably a bit swollen, he dragged his teeth across his bottom lip and shivered when they left a tingling sensation. He couldn’t wait for this party to end, he frowned...weren’t the Warblers supposed to come? It probably got too late, no matter, he was seeing them later on in the week anyway. Wes was also coming back next week. He shifted again, a crick starting to form in his neck. But first, going back to Kurt’s house; yeah, Kurt’s house would be awesome. They would have to set the alarm extra early so that he could sneak downstairs to crash on the couch, but it was worth it. He might as well rest in advance.
“You’re not drawing a mustache on him.”
“Aw, come on Kurt, it’s what you do!” Puck’s voice argued. “It’s not a Sharpie anyway, he’ll just smell like jelly beans, which y’know, is totally awesome.”
“That’s appalling, and a serious violation of teammate behavior. You’ll have to get through me if you want to draw on Blaine.” Blaine furrowed his brow, slowly waking up. That sounded awfully like Thad.
“I think it’s great. I’ve never met a dolphin with a mustache before. He’d be like a unicorn of the sea.”
“See? Brit thinks it’s a good idea.”
He felt Kurt’s shoulder tensing beneath him. “Seriously Puck, drop the pen.”
“...did we leave Artie downstairs?”
Blaine cracked his eye open, finding Thad standing in front of him with Puck waving around a black Mr. Sketch marker.
“Aw man, you woke up...hey, want a mustache?”
Blaine blinked his eyes, “Uh, no. Did I fall asleep?” He looked around the room, finding that everyone had piled into Santana’s room, including a few Warblers. Except for Artie. “When did you all get here?”
Thad turned around, “Blaine! Around an hour ago? Actually, most of us are leaving.”
Blaine lifted himself from Kurt, looking at his boyfriend.
Kurt smiled at him, eyes gazing at him intently. “I was thinking we should leave too.”
Blaine blinked, rolling his shoulders and stretching his muscles. “Yeah, sure. We’ll leave with you guys.”
He felt Kurt tugging at his pinkie and he looked over at his boyfriend again. Oh, oooohhh.
He grinned happily, suddenly feeling awake. “Let’s go!”
FIN.
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Recipient: neaislove
Author: to be revealed January 3rd, 2012
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: oral sex, mild food play
Word Count: 4289
Summary: Kurt needed sometime away from Santana, so he hid away-even though it’s his own party. Blaine, well, Blaine can’t stand his boyfriend not being happy…thankfully, he has the help of some Munchkins for that.
Notes: Based off the following prompts: “Something with Blaine and Kurt cuddling and drinking hot chocolate”; and “Kurt has a weakness for Pumpkin Munchkins (from Dunkin Donuts). Blaine sees this as an opportunity for seduction and blackmail. Fluffy.”
A thousand and one thanks to wowbright for being such an amazing beta, especially since this was super last notice. Honestly, just an awesome human bean’ all round. Thanks also to notso_littlej and amyryd for getting back so quickly and volunteering to look over this fic.
Finalement, neaislove, I hope you enjoy your fill! Anything with food play makes me happy, so this was a ton of fun to write.
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“I like him. He’s even more of a man whore than Puck. You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if Blaine cheats on you. Skeezeball’s got game.”
Kurt clenched his jaw, he’d fire back an insult but this was his relationship Santana was insulting and the last thing he’d ever do is discuss his relationship with Blaine to Santana (or Rachel or Finn or Puck or even Artie...but that’s beside the point).
“I’m being serious here. Yeah, you’re not blushing brides anymore but what else is new? All I’ve heard you talk about is New York this, New York that. Well Tinkerbell, news flash! Your sparkly fairy dust is fading. Also, you should get your eyes checked, cause that McQueen you were wearing? It’s fake. My cousin sold it to the store you bought it from.”
Kurt stood up from the couch, throwing his cup into the trash. He couldn’t stay in this room any longer. “You know what Santana? How long did it take to convince Brittany to go out with you? She’s one of the sweetest people I know. You may belong together but you don’t deserve her and you know it. So take your damn insecurities and go fix your own relationship and lay off mine.”
Finn rounded on Santana when Kurt left the room. “What the hell!”
She rolled her eyes and sat back in the couch. She was being nice.
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Blaine snuck up the stairs, escaping the party going on in Santana’s living room. He creaked open the first door on the left, poking his head in. The room was dark, but clearly Santana’s-if the zebra print rug was anything to go by. He found Kurt perched in the bay window.
Kurt was looking out the window, gently twirling the fox tail he had clipped to his belt, the white tip tracing random patterns in the air. It was distracting, Blaine thought, before shaking himself, starting to feel a bit dizzy from following the tail with his eyes. He closed the door behind him.
“What are you doing up here?” Blaine said. “Everyone’s downstairs.”
Kurt looked up and shuffled over to make room for Blaine on the window seat. He dropped his tail and wrapped his arms around his legs, facing Blaine.
“Just needed to get away for a bit. It’s quiet up here.”
Blaine nodded and looked out the window. “It’s beautiful.”
Kurt hummed his agreement but stayed silent. Blaine looked over his boyfriend’s face. Kurt looked tired, he single-handedly planned the whole party, and it was a roaring success if the sounds drifting up the stairs indicated anything.
“Do you want me to go back downstairs?”
Kurt shook his head lightly, “No, you can stay.”
Blaine leaned backward, stretching out his legs so his toes touched Kurt’s icy feet. He had lost his shoes several hours earlier when he started climbing the couch-who knew that would cause Santana to enforce a no-shoes policy? He remembered Kurt hiding his suede boots in a corner when drinks started spilling. He pointed his toes and stretched his legs out a bit more, entangling their legs together.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
Kurt shifted, the tops of his feet burrowing into the warmth underneath Blaine’s thighs.
“It’s nothing, I just needed to get away from them for a bit.”
“You mean Santana.”
Kurt just shot Blaine a pointed look and Blaine immediately sat up, kneeling over Kurt.
“He means nothing to me Kurt, nothing. He’s not even here tonight. I don’t know why she said anything.”
Kurt looks blankly at Blaine, “Of course not, I didn’t invite him.”
A loud burst of laughter drifted from the stairs and Kurt shifted his legs again.
Blaine rubbed his hands on Kurt’s thighs. “I wouldn’t have either. I love you-you’re the only one for me.”
He leaned forward for a kiss, resting his weight on Kurt’s thighs. But Kurt turned his head at the last moment and Blaine was met with cheek instead. He placed several gentle kisses there before sighing and pulling back.
Kurt pouted, “I know, I just can’t help it. I hate that guy.”
Blaine stared at Kurt, feeling at a loss. He slowly reached out and shifted so that his legs folded under them, arms slowly wrapping around Kurt in case he pulled away again, sliding until he sat in the crook of Kurt’s body, cradled in Kurt’s arms. Their faces were inches apart and Blaine looked into Kurt’s eyes, hoping that he could find an answer there to somehow fix this. People often said that the eyes were the windows to the soul and Blaine was inclined to believe so because Kurt’s gorgeous, bright irises certainly matched their beautiful owner; but more often than not, eyes were just eyes. It was all the facial ticks that told Blaine what his boyfriend was feeling-crinkled corners, an arched brow; sometimes Kurt’s ears twitched whenever he ate something he loved. And despite all his derisive proclamations, Kurt’s ears twitched like a bunny’s when he was eating Pumpkin Munchkins. A box of which Blaine had brought and left downstairs, at the mercy of Finn.
He giggled, his chest rumbling against Kurt’s. “Hold on, I have the exact thing to cheer you up.”
Kurt unlocked his arms and Blaine hurriedly slipped away. The party was getting louder as he snuck downstairs to the kitchen, hoping to avoid all the other guests.
He poked his head into the living room, where it was loudest. A bunch of the guys were surrounding Sam who was stuffing as many candy canes as possible into his mouth with the help of Puck and Artie. Rachel had commandeered Finn and was jumping on the couch. Blaine had even invited Nick, Jeff and several other Warblers, but they said that they would be arriving later. He couldn’t see Brittany or Santana but he figured that was a good thing because he wasn’t feeling much like seeing Santana at the moment.
“Drink this. It’s magic.”
Blaine stared at the shot glass that was shoved into his face and at Brittany’s innocent, but eager face.
“It’s okay, I was confused too but this way, you don’t need any needles. Come on, it’s fun!”
Blaine took the shot from Brittany before tilting his head back. He wouldn’t lie, it was delicious-like caramels and sour apples with cinnamon. He knew that he was a light weight and with Kurt waiting for him, he really shouldn’t have taken the shot but he learned long ago that Brittany meant well and amusing her was always better than ignoring her.
He licked his lips and Brittany nodded happily, “Magic, right?”
She grabbed his hand and led him back into the kitchen where Santana was lining up another row of shots. Blaine frowned when he saw her.
“Blainers! Come join us. You could do with some loosening up.”
Blaine pulled away from Brittany and headed to where he left the box of Pumpkin Munchkins.
“I’d rather not speak to you right now Santana.”
“Aw, don’t be like that. It’s just a bit of fun!”
Blaine frowned-the box was empty. He looked around for the extra box he had set aside for Kurt.
“I hid them in the gingerbread house.”
He looked over his shoulder at Brittany and pointed to the gingerbread house sitting innocently to his left. She nodded encouragingly and Blaine carefully lifted the roof to see all twelve doughnut holes piled happily together inside the gingerbread house.
“I didn’t want the Wicked Witch to find them. I can’t believe she ate the others.”
Blaine smiled at her and carefully picked each one up to bring back to Kurt.
“Thanks Brit.” He turned to give Santana a cold look. The head cheerleader just ignored him and did another shot. “Santana.”
“Oh come on hobbit head! One more shot, come and be gay, then you can go and ride your pretty little pony.”
Blaine opened his mouth; he might’ve spent every day for the past four months with New Directions, but they still baffled him-particularly Santana, he just didn’t know if he was supposed to be amused or not impressed. Santana shoved the shot glass into his face.
“Down it Groucho, before I make you wear it.”
He really didn’t know what to say to that.
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He was a bit tipsy by the time he got up the stairs. He shook his head, god he was such a light weight, what would Kurt say? He patted down his bow-tie and stuck a Munchkin in his mouth, he wasn’t drunk yet-he only had two shots, he could make it; if he thought sober, he would be sober.
Kurt was still curled up in the window seat when he got back up. His boyfriend was beautiful.
“What took you so long? Blaine...”
Blaine ducked his head and crawled into Kurt’s lap, dropping the box of Munchkins onto the floor. “Sorry, I ran into Santana and Brittany...they had yummy green drinks.”
Kurt sighed and Blaine felt the air whisk over the back of his neck. “M’sorry. But you can’t be mad at me.”
“I’m not mad.”
“Yes, you are.” Blaine leaned down, Kurt’s arms keeping him anchored. He turned around and lifted the box, plucking a Munchkin from the box. “Wait...you must promise not not be mad, cause I’m sorry and I’ve apologized already.”
Kurt rolled his eyes, “I’m not mad, now gimme.”
Blaine grinned happily and extended his hand; Kurt lifted his eyebrow before taking a bite from the doughnut hole. Blaine watched his boyfriend eat, tilting his head so that his gelled hair stuck to the window.
“This is awesome,” Blaine said. “Everyone’s happy and singing, it makes me all fuzzy. I think we should do this all day, every day.”
Kurt just groaned around his pastry and reached forward for the second half of the Munchkin, but Blaine dodged away.
“Nuh uh. You’re still a glumumble and you’re not getting this second half until you give me a kiss.”
“Really Blaine? How much did you drink?”
Blaine shrugged, “Not that much. You should’ve seen Brit, she thought these were characters in the Wizard of Oz.”
Kurt twisted his arms together, “I’m not really comparing you to other people. Please? I’ll give you double the kisses.”
Oh, oh that was a good idea. He plopped the second half into Kurt’s mouth before leaning forward, mouthing at his neck, grinning when he felt Kurt’s ear twitching against his cheek. That’s one. He dragged his lips to Kurt’s mouth and sealed them together, his tongue darting forward to brush against Kurt’s lips. He felt Kurt retreating but he pressed himself forward, catching the donut box between their bodies. He felt Kurt giggling beneath him and he smiled, so that they weren’t really kissing anymore, just pressed up close to one another.
He pulled back and blinked at Kurt, “More?”
“Hm...I’ll have more Pumpkin Munchkins. I don’t know what else you could be talking about.”
Blaine rolled his eyes and dug into the box again, withdrawing another one to hand to Kurt. As soon as Kurt plopped it into his mouth, however, Blaine dived in, his sticky fingers coming up to coat Kurt’s neck in icing. He groaned as he ducked his head, working again at that spot on Kurt’s neck until it was pink, grazing up the bits of icing his fingers left.
“Blaine.” Kurt pulled away. “Don’t you dare get any icing on my sweater; it’s angora, it’ll never wash off.”
Blaine grinned and wiped his hands off on his jeans, choosing to ignore Kurt’s wince. Yeah, he liked his jeans, but they weren’t his fire-engine red ones or his canary ones, or his aubergine ones for that matter. Besides, denim was an industrial cloth, he’s sure they could withstand icing. He made sure his fingers were clean before digging them up underneath Kurt’s sweater, hands running up between the warm layers of soft jersey and cozy wool. He looked up at Kurt and tugged, grinning when Kurt just went with it.
“No complaints?” he asked, placing a chaste kiss on the corner of Kurt’s mouth. “You usually have something to say about doing anything after I’ve drunk something.”
Kurt sat up and kissed Blaine. “You taste like candied apples and you’re bribing me with Pumpkin Munchkins. And I trust you, if you think you’re too drunk to do this then you’ll stop.”
Blaine took in a shuddering breath and stroked his thumb down his boyfriend’s cheekbone. “Thank you.” He leaned forward, pressing Kurt back into the window seat; his shoulder brushed against the icy pane but he ignored it. Because Kurt was giving him this one little thing, Kurt was trusting Blaine even when his judgement couldn’t entirely be trusted. He gasped into Kurt’s mouth, rucking up the second shirt to take off. Kurt’s own hands were cold and creeping up his spine, so that when he pulled back, both their shirts were taken off quickly-even though his arm rattled the window and swiped some of the perspiration off. There was now a streak that provided a clear view of the white backyard, the tree bare like bleached coral. A frosted bush was illuminated by light spilling from the living room, but Blaine just gave them all a cursory glance.
Kurt nipped at his bottom lip and Blaine shifted closer so that warm skin curled around warm skin. He gasped a hot breath over Kurt’s shoulder when a shudder wracked Kurt’s body.
“It’s cold.”
Blaine hummed and breathed a pathway down Kurt’s chest, he was inclined to agree, but he was a bit preoccupied at the moment. Nevertheless, he could feel the cold prickling his skin but it was secondary to the heat that pooled in his body; the shots have probably numbed him as well. Because when another shudder ran through Kurt, Blaine pressed himself even closer, only thinking friction and body heat.
He rubbed his hands along Kurt’s arms and dragged himself further down, mouthing at the smooth flesh and trying to take Kurt’s mind off of the cold. He pressed harder kisses to Kurt’s abdomen, feeling Kurt’s breathing through his skin; Kurt’s diaphragm twitching as he sucked in breaths of air. His knee knocked something off of the window seat and he turned his head, finding the box of Pumpkin Munchkins lying discarded on the floor.
He leaned down and picked up the last one left in the box and crawled back up Kurt’s body. “Don’t think about it. Just concentrate on what I’m doing.” He placed the last one in Kurt’s mouth before sliding back down until he was curled around Kurt’s hip, his face against Kurt’s fly. He quickly undid the button and the zipper, giving the garment an almighty tug. Kurt groaned when Blaine’s hand wrapped around the base of his cock. Blaine bent his head forward and licked the head before wrapping his mouth around the shaft and lowering until his lips met his thumb and forefinger. His throat constricted, grazing against the head, so he backed off, his tongue massaging the underside of Kurt’s cock. He hadn’t quite mastered deep-throating yet.
He could taste the lightly salty precome sticking in his mouth when he withdrew to kiss the head; it was a surprisingly welcome taste after the sweet shots and sugar coated Pumpkin Munchkins. He flicked his tongue against the slit and felt a trill of satisfaction when he heard Kurt moaning and groaning above him. He fluttered his eyes closed, he relished the sounds-sometimes when he was all alone he would drag their memory out instead of physical manifestations of his boyfriend. He dropped his head again, taking away his ring finger from the base so that he could take that much more. He choked, his throat fluttering as he desperately held the length until he had to pull off.
Kurt’s cock was hot and wet, slick and hard as Blaine rubbed his palm up against the head, pressing his thumb into a vein and twisting his wrist. He gave it about five strokes before he dove back down. Blaine couldn’t explain it, because he never thought of himself as wanton, other than that he was a slut for Kurt’s cock. He didn’t necessarily like thinking of it like that; but the weight on his tongue, the stretch of his jaw around Kurt’s girth, the taste of the fluids that flooded his mouth and coated his lips, along with the movement, the heat, and the smell all twirled in his stomach like a happy, smug knot. Maybe he just didn’t have anything else to compare it to but he couldn’t imagine his jaw stretching any wider, or swallowing down anything more or less salty and bitter. He especially couldn’t imagine not having the lingering musk of cedar to fill his senses because somehow, Kurt was always clean, even after dance practice. Yeah he watched porn, and yeah, he sometimes wondered ‘could I do that? What would that feel like?’ But somehow, he was always filled the way Kurt filled him and the smell was always a lingering musk of cedar. Because really, he didn’t really want to know what that leather daddy smelled like nor did he truly want to know what that twink tasted like.
He dove his head down again until his lips brushed his fingers, groaning when the head rubbed against the roof of his mouth. Kurt was gasping above him and Blaine moaned, his spine shivering with anticipation because that guttural groan shot straight to his cock. He tucked a hand under his chin, fingers stretching out to brush against Kurt’s hole. He could feel it twitching, Kurt’s cheeks flexing and squeezing his finger in the cleft. He wriggled his finger, dipping and teasing at the edges of Kurt’s hole before curling his finger to press against the perineum. Kurt keened and started giving out short, breathy gasps, his fingers raised up and twitching against his scalp; Blaine withdrew until only the head remained. He twirled his tongue around once, twice, his thumb rubbing beneath his lips to create more friction, and his mouth was flooded with hot come. He eagerly swallowed it all down, his tongue pressing against the underside of Kurt’s cock.
He gave it one last enthusiastic suck before pulling away, crawling back up to curl around Kurt; rising and falling with Kurt’s breaths. He shivered violently as the cold fought through his lust induced haze. Kurt’s fingers combed through his curls, pulling him up for a kiss. Blaine hummed into Kurt’s mouth, shifting so that he straddled around Kurt, his jeans rubbing against Kurt’s bellybutton.
Kurt stroked his hands down Blaine’s back, trying to rub out the lingering shivers. Blaine’s eyes fluttered open, eyelashes quivering against the apples of Kurt’s cheek; he sighed, eyes fluttering back closed as he nudged their noses together. His stomach tightened when Kurt’s finger brushed against his abdomen, fingers digging beneath the waistband to undo the buttons of Blaine’s fly. He arched his back, guiding Kurt’s hands around his waist to dip below his boxers, cupping his ass cheeks.
He let out a shuddering breath, feeling his cock hardening more, groaning when Kurt’s fingers dug into his flesh. “I really want to fuck you.”
Kurt groaned, withdrawing his hands. “We don’t have any lube.”
Blaine sat up, whining, his jeans sliding lower on his hips as he stared at Kurt. “We’re at Santana’s. She must have something.”
Kurt froze, fingers gripping onto his hipbones. “Oh god. Oh god.”
Blaine shimmied his hips, knowing something was bothering Kurt but nonetheless hopeful. His cock had perked up from Kurt’s kisses.
Kurt withdrew his hands and Blaine whined again, particularly when he saw Kurt pulling his sweater back on. He pouted, digging his fingers back underneath the soft fabric, only to be interrupted when Kurt grabbed Blaine’s own sweater and shoved it over Blaine’s head.
“Blaine stop it. Oh god, I can’t believe we just did that in Santana’s room.”
Heat flooded his cheeks from embarrassment, but his cock got inexplicably harder. “Fuck Kuuurt.”
Kurt raised his eyebrow, brushing his fingers through Blaine’s curls, rearranging them before pulling him forward for a chaste kiss. “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you when we get back home.”
Blaine groaned, smiling happily at his boyfriend. He shuffled closer, imagining their skin pressing together again. He opened his mouth to say something when they heard footsteps coming up the stairs. They both looked at each other, eyes wide with horror and Blaine hastily shoved his arms through his shirt, buckling his pants over his waning erection.
The door opened.
“Ugh, you two make me sick.”
Blaine sighed, sharing a pointed look with Kurt before facing Santana.
“I hope you two Teletubbies aren’t having sex in my room. There’s only so much rainbow and sunshine barf I can stand. I need the dark, it keeps Snix happy.”
Kurt rolled his eyes and Blaine shifted to sit across his lap. “What do you want Santana?”
Santana stalked forward, shoving two mugs of hot chocolate at them. “I’m supposed to apologize. But the Michelin Man said that it’s better if I don’t say anything at all so here’s my peace offering.”
Blaine smiled, taking his mug from her. “Thank you Santana. This is awfully sweet of you.”
Kurt took the other mug from Santana. “Yes, uncommonly sweet. But I forgive you anyway.” He took a sip of the hot chocolate. “Oh my god. How much alcohol is in here?”
Santana waved her hand flippantly. “Oh, did I say hot chocolate? I meant Bailey’s with hot chocolate.”
Kurt pulled a face, but Blaine just giggled into his mug and took a sip. Santana smirked and sat down on the floor. Blaine tilted his head at her questioningly, so that his head rested on Kurt’s shoulder. Oh wow, that is comfortable. He sighed happily, wrapping his palms around the hot mug and resting it on his knees; his curls lightly ruffling from Kurt’s breathing.
“You two make me want to cry. No seriously, you remind me of that old couple in that movie with the balloons and the annoying dog. Blaine would totally be the dog if all his clothes didn’t smell like mothballs and Tums. That and if you weren’t already trying to be Boo-Boo Bear. You should go after Manboobs Hudson, he’s more like Yogi. Seriously, do you two ever get interesting? Do you just collect pennies all day?”
Blaine frowned, turning his head to sniff his sweater; it smelled fine.
Kurt snorted into his hair. “Santana, you know you’re just defeating the purpose of apologizing right?”
Santana frowned down at her nails before standing up to grab a wickedly sharp looking nail file from her dresser. “No I’m not. You’ve already accepted my apology so no backsies. I know what I’m doing Hummel.”
Blaine closed his eyes, feeling warm and drowsy. He wasn’t necessarily tired, he just wanted to ignore Santana. He shifted himself again so that his nose rested right in the collar of Kurt’s sweater, the fuzzy angora tickling at his nostrils. He faintly heard Brittany enter the room, which was good, as she would preoccupy Santana.
“Blaine?”
Blaine hummed, waiting for Kurt to finished his sentence. He felt Kurt moving beneath him, and the heavy mug being removed from his hands. He rubbed his lips together, relishing how they felt extra smooth and sensitive. They were probably a bit swollen, he dragged his teeth across his bottom lip and shivered when they left a tingling sensation. He couldn’t wait for this party to end, he frowned...weren’t the Warblers supposed to come? It probably got too late, no matter, he was seeing them later on in the week anyway. Wes was also coming back next week. He shifted again, a crick starting to form in his neck. But first, going back to Kurt’s house; yeah, Kurt’s house would be awesome. They would have to set the alarm extra early so that he could sneak downstairs to crash on the couch, but it was worth it. He might as well rest in advance.
“You’re not drawing a mustache on him.”
“Aw, come on Kurt, it’s what you do!” Puck’s voice argued. “It’s not a Sharpie anyway, he’ll just smell like jelly beans, which y’know, is totally awesome.”
“That’s appalling, and a serious violation of teammate behavior. You’ll have to get through me if you want to draw on Blaine.” Blaine furrowed his brow, slowly waking up. That sounded awfully like Thad.
“I think it’s great. I’ve never met a dolphin with a mustache before. He’d be like a unicorn of the sea.”
“See? Brit thinks it’s a good idea.”
He felt Kurt’s shoulder tensing beneath him. “Seriously Puck, drop the pen.”
“...did we leave Artie downstairs?”
Blaine cracked his eye open, finding Thad standing in front of him with Puck waving around a black Mr. Sketch marker.
“Aw man, you woke up...hey, want a mustache?”
Blaine blinked his eyes, “Uh, no. Did I fall asleep?” He looked around the room, finding that everyone had piled into Santana’s room, including a few Warblers. Except for Artie. “When did you all get here?”
Thad turned around, “Blaine! Around an hour ago? Actually, most of us are leaving.”
Blaine lifted himself from Kurt, looking at his boyfriend.
Kurt smiled at him, eyes gazing at him intently. “I was thinking we should leave too.”
Blaine blinked, rolling his shoulders and stretching his muscles. “Yeah, sure. We’ll leave with you guys.”
He felt Kurt tugging at his pinkie and he looked over at his boyfriend again. Oh, oooohhh.
He grinned happily, suddenly feeling awake. “Let’s go!”
FIN.
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