Fic: Chances Are (16/33 + Epilogue)
Media: Fic
Title: Chances Are
Author: slayerkitty
Characters/Pairings: Klaine, Misc Season 3 Characters/Pairings
Genre: AU, Romance, Angst
Warnings: Meta (Lots of it), Inaccuracies with regards to film/television industry, Rimming
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: 3.22 (to be safe)
Word Count: This Chapter: 1,627/Total: 52,607
Disclaimer: Glee and its characters are not mine. I'm just playing with them. The songs are not mine either.
Summary: A chance of a lifetime. A chance at achieving dreams. Or what happens when Kurt and Blaine try to plan for the future now that it's here.
Author’s Note: It's finally here, the sequel to An Accidental Chance . There's a lot(I mean A LOT)of meta here. Fandom tropes, in jokes, and real life cast member events may be twisted to suit my purposes for this fic. As a whole, it's largely an AU of season three. Warnings and ratings may vary by chapter. Title from the song “Chances Are” by Five for Fighting. If you want progress updates, or want to leave me a prompt for this verse, my tumblr is here.
So many, many thanks to missgoalie75 and star55 for being my betas on this.
Previous Chapters: 1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7/ 8/ 9/ 10/ 11/ 12/ 13/ 14/ 15
Kurt was extremely glad when the plane landed at LAX and he could disembark. Sharing a plane with Santana and Brittany had been an experience and it was one he would be happy to never repeat again. He ushered the girls through the airport, rushing them through baggage claim.
“Where’s the fire?” Santana snapped.
“I’m sorry, I'm just want to see Blaine,” Kurt told her. “And the longer I’m in the airport, the more likely it is that photographers will find us.”
“If we’re on fire, shouldn’t we stop, drop and roll?” Brittany asked. Kurt just stared at her for a second, but Santana clarified it to her softly. Kurt smiled as he spotted Charles near the doors to the airport, holding a sign with his name on it. Charles had been his driver every time he’d come to visit Blaine.
“Hi, Charles,” Kurt greeted him happily.
“Mr. Hummel, it’s always nice to see you.” Charles took his bag and loaded it in the back of the limo, then turned to take Santana’s and Brittany’s bags.
“These are my friends, Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce.”
“Miss Lopez, Miss Pierce,” Charles greeted. “Mr. Anderson is waiting on us.”
Kurt let the girls into the limo first and then climbed in after them, Charles shutting the door once they were all inside.
“Damn, Hummel,” Santana said, after Charles had put the car in drive and set out for Blaine’s penthouse. “You ride like this every time you visit moneybags?”
He frowned at Santana, but answered, “Yeah. Blaine can’t exactly come pick me up himself.”
“Please tell me you’re doing everything to hang on to him,” she continued.
“Of course I am,” Kurt replied, “but not because he has money. I love him.”
“I’d love him too if I got to ride around in a limo all day,” Santana said.
“Santana,” Kurt started to protest.
“No, seriously, Hummel. You’d better be giving it up,” she told him. “That’s one sure way to hang on to a guy.” Brittany nodded her agreement.
“Just… look out the window and enjoy the view and let me worry about my relationship with Blaine, okay?”
They finally pulled up in front Blaine’s building and piled out of the car.
It had been the longest car ride of Kurt’s life.
“Like I said, Hummel,” Santana told him as they waited for Charles to get their bags out of the trunk. “You better be putting out - this is way too good to pass up.”
Kurt rolled his eyes and tried not to let her words get to him. “Once again, Santana, mine and Blaine’s sex life is none of your business.”
They went inside, the doorman calling the elevator for them and letting them up to the top floor.
“He lives in the penthouse?” Santana asked.
“Yeah,” Kurt answered.
“Forget what I said in the limo. I’ll have sex with him if it means getting to live in a place like this.”
Kurt sighed. It was going to be a long couple of days.
Blaine met them in the entry way. Brittany gave him a large hug; Santana punched him in the arm and then hugged him. Kurt waited until they’d disappeared inside before moving toward Blaine. Their lips met and all other thoughts went out of Kurt’s head.
*
“Am I boring?”
“What?” Blaine asked. They’d “gone to bed” which was code for leaving the girls alone in the living room on Blaine’s pull out couch. Jet lag and a large dinner had left the three Ohioans exhausted and plans had been put off for the next day. Kurt was fresh from the shower and his moisturizing routine, and lounging on the bed.
They had the music on down low and Blaine’s favorite song had just come on. He’d felt the need to dance around to it, much to Kurt’s amusement. Kurt was content to just watch, his thoughts churning and the things that Santana had said in the limo were getting to him.
“Of course not,” Blaine denied. “I think you’re the single most interesting kid in all of Ohio.”
“I mean…” Kurt began, hesitating, “sexually.” Blaine stopped what he was doing and crawled onto the bed next to him. Kurt sat up, looking at Blaine.
“I love what we do,” Blaine told him. Kurt could see the honesty in his expression.
“You don’t want… more?” Kurt asked.
“Like what?” Blaine wanted to know. Kurt knew his face had to be red now.
“Like…” he began, gathering his nerve. “Penetration,” Kurt finished.
“I would be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it,” Blaine replied quietly, “but it’s not necessarily something we have to do right now or at all, if you don’t want.”
Kurt bit his lip and then looked down. “What if… what if I did want to?” He peered up at Blaine through his eyelashes.
“Okay, first, it’s not fair when you look at me like that,” Blaine kissed him, making a ‘mwah’ sound when their lips met. “Because it makes me want to jump you right here, and we have company. Second, if that’s something you want to explore, then we can look into it and try some things out.”
“So you’d be okay with it?” Kurt asked again.
“I’m okay with it,” Blaine confirmed. “I just want you to be comfortable… so I can be comfortable.”
Kurt leaned over and kissed him again, Blaine’s hands coming up to frame his face. His lips moved against Blaine’s, hard and unrelenting.
“What about the girls?” Blaine murmured.
“We’ve proven that we can be quiet,” Kurt replied with a smile. Blaine smiled back, letting Kurt kiss him again and press him back into the bed. “The door is locked, right?”
“Yes,” Blaine whispered. “You wanted to do this, so stop worrying and kiss me.”
“Bossy,” Kurt hissed when Blaine nipped at his collar bone.
“I’ve just wanted to do this since you stepped off the elevator,” Blaine confessed. “I didn’t think you’d want to.”
“Stop talking and kiss me,” Kurt muttered, mouthing along Blaine’s jawline as they rolled around together on the bed.
“Now who’s bossy?” Blaine teased. Kurt kissed him, effectively shutting him up. They kept as silent as possible; the occasional moan slipped out as they undressed each other and let their hands wander.
Kurt found himself lying on top of Blaine, nestled between his legs as they kissed and rocked together. Blaine’s hands held tight to Kurt’s hips as they moved, Kurt letting Blaine control the pace.
“There’s something I wanted to try,” Blaine whispered against his lips.
“What?” Kurt managed, his brain fuzzy because Blaine was currently running a finger along the crack of his ass, lightly stroking the outside of his hole. It was a whole new sensation, one they hadn’t really explored before.
“Do you know what rimming is?” Kurt thought back to the pamphlets his dad had given him the previous winter and his face flushed.
“Yes, but Blaine… that’s…” Kurt trailed off. He couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to put their tongue in his ass.
“I’ve just… always wanted to try it,” Blaine admitted. “And you just took a shower…” He looked so hopeful and earnest.
“I don’t know, Blaine,” Kurt replied, “I’ve never really thought about it.”
“Can we try?” Blaine asked. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”
“I… okay,” Kurt found himself agreeing.
“Really?” Blaine’s excitement showed.
“Yes, really,” Kurt laughed. “What do you need me to do?” He moved off Blaine, waiting.
“Just… roll over on your stomach,” Blaine finally said, eyes wide. Kurt rolled over as asked. He could feel the fabric of the bed sheets against his cock and held in a groan, still trying to keep quiet.
Kurt gave up on silence the moment Blaine pulled his ass cheeks apart and gave his hole a tentative lick. The noise Kurt made didn’t sound human to his ears. Blaine made a shushing sound but then went right back to licking and sucking and Kurt had no idea it would feel so good. With Blaine’s tongue working him over and his cock rubbing the sheets with every movement Kurt made, it wasn’t long before he was coming, letting out a loud cry.
He didn’t even realize he was squeezing a pillow in his arms until Blaine pulled it out and held Kurt close. “Good?” Blaine murmured.
“As if you couldn’t tell,” Kurt replied, surprised he could still string words together. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. Blaine’s warm ones met his and Kurt smiled.
“A guy still likes to hear it,” Blaine teased.
“It was amazing,” Kurt told him. “Did you…” He glanced down and saw that Blaine was still hard. Before Blaine could say anything, Kurt wrapped his hand around Blaine’s cock and started to stroke. Blaine moaned.
“Faster,” he gasped out and Kurt complied, kissing him. He could kind of taste himself in Blaine’s mouth and, oh, that was different. It only took a few minutes and then Blaine came, his fingernails digging into Kurt’s arm. Blaine lay back panting and the two of them started giggling after a second.
They were interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Yo, ladies,” Santana knocked on the door. Kurt jumped and gave Blaine a panicked look.
“Yes?” he called.
“I’m glad decided to take my advice and let Dapper Dan give you the best orgasm of your life or whatever, but some of us are trying to sleep out here.”
His face burned red and he knew if he looked at Blaine, he would started laughing and wouldn’t be able to stop. “Sorry,” Kurt replied. “We’ll be quiet.”
“You better,” she sing-songed. “Otherwise, I’ll start letting all our friends know what you sound like when you come.”
Title: Chances Are
Author: slayerkitty
Characters/Pairings: Klaine, Misc Season 3 Characters/Pairings
Genre: AU, Romance, Angst
Warnings: Meta (Lots of it), Inaccuracies with regards to film/television industry, Rimming
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: 3.22 (to be safe)
Word Count: This Chapter: 1,627/Total: 52,607
Disclaimer: Glee and its characters are not mine. I'm just playing with them. The songs are not mine either.
Summary: A chance of a lifetime. A chance at achieving dreams. Or what happens when Kurt and Blaine try to plan for the future now that it's here.
Author’s Note: It's finally here, the sequel to An Accidental Chance . There's a lot(I mean A LOT)of meta here. Fandom tropes, in jokes, and real life cast member events may be twisted to suit my purposes for this fic. As a whole, it's largely an AU of season three. Warnings and ratings may vary by chapter. Title from the song “Chances Are” by Five for Fighting. If you want progress updates, or want to leave me a prompt for this verse, my tumblr is here.
So many, many thanks to missgoalie75 and star55 for being my betas on this.
Previous Chapters: 1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7/ 8/ 9/ 10/ 11/ 12/ 13/ 14/ 15
Kurt was extremely glad when the plane landed at LAX and he could disembark. Sharing a plane with Santana and Brittany had been an experience and it was one he would be happy to never repeat again. He ushered the girls through the airport, rushing them through baggage claim.
“Where’s the fire?” Santana snapped.
“I’m sorry, I'm just want to see Blaine,” Kurt told her. “And the longer I’m in the airport, the more likely it is that photographers will find us.”
“If we’re on fire, shouldn’t we stop, drop and roll?” Brittany asked. Kurt just stared at her for a second, but Santana clarified it to her softly. Kurt smiled as he spotted Charles near the doors to the airport, holding a sign with his name on it. Charles had been his driver every time he’d come to visit Blaine.
“Hi, Charles,” Kurt greeted him happily.
“Mr. Hummel, it’s always nice to see you.” Charles took his bag and loaded it in the back of the limo, then turned to take Santana’s and Brittany’s bags.
“These are my friends, Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce.”
“Miss Lopez, Miss Pierce,” Charles greeted. “Mr. Anderson is waiting on us.”
Kurt let the girls into the limo first and then climbed in after them, Charles shutting the door once they were all inside.
“Damn, Hummel,” Santana said, after Charles had put the car in drive and set out for Blaine’s penthouse. “You ride like this every time you visit moneybags?”
He frowned at Santana, but answered, “Yeah. Blaine can’t exactly come pick me up himself.”
“Please tell me you’re doing everything to hang on to him,” she continued.
“Of course I am,” Kurt replied, “but not because he has money. I love him.”
“I’d love him too if I got to ride around in a limo all day,” Santana said.
“Santana,” Kurt started to protest.
“No, seriously, Hummel. You’d better be giving it up,” she told him. “That’s one sure way to hang on to a guy.” Brittany nodded her agreement.
“Just… look out the window and enjoy the view and let me worry about my relationship with Blaine, okay?”
They finally pulled up in front Blaine’s building and piled out of the car.
It had been the longest car ride of Kurt’s life.
“Like I said, Hummel,” Santana told him as they waited for Charles to get their bags out of the trunk. “You better be putting out - this is way too good to pass up.”
Kurt rolled his eyes and tried not to let her words get to him. “Once again, Santana, mine and Blaine’s sex life is none of your business.”
They went inside, the doorman calling the elevator for them and letting them up to the top floor.
“He lives in the penthouse?” Santana asked.
“Yeah,” Kurt answered.
“Forget what I said in the limo. I’ll have sex with him if it means getting to live in a place like this.”
Kurt sighed. It was going to be a long couple of days.
Blaine met them in the entry way. Brittany gave him a large hug; Santana punched him in the arm and then hugged him. Kurt waited until they’d disappeared inside before moving toward Blaine. Their lips met and all other thoughts went out of Kurt’s head.
*
“Am I boring?”
“What?” Blaine asked. They’d “gone to bed” which was code for leaving the girls alone in the living room on Blaine’s pull out couch. Jet lag and a large dinner had left the three Ohioans exhausted and plans had been put off for the next day. Kurt was fresh from the shower and his moisturizing routine, and lounging on the bed.
They had the music on down low and Blaine’s favorite song had just come on. He’d felt the need to dance around to it, much to Kurt’s amusement. Kurt was content to just watch, his thoughts churning and the things that Santana had said in the limo were getting to him.
“Of course not,” Blaine denied. “I think you’re the single most interesting kid in all of Ohio.”
“I mean…” Kurt began, hesitating, “sexually.” Blaine stopped what he was doing and crawled onto the bed next to him. Kurt sat up, looking at Blaine.
“I love what we do,” Blaine told him. Kurt could see the honesty in his expression.
“You don’t want… more?” Kurt asked.
“Like what?” Blaine wanted to know. Kurt knew his face had to be red now.
“Like…” he began, gathering his nerve. “Penetration,” Kurt finished.
“I would be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it,” Blaine replied quietly, “but it’s not necessarily something we have to do right now or at all, if you don’t want.”
Kurt bit his lip and then looked down. “What if… what if I did want to?” He peered up at Blaine through his eyelashes.
“Okay, first, it’s not fair when you look at me like that,” Blaine kissed him, making a ‘mwah’ sound when their lips met. “Because it makes me want to jump you right here, and we have company. Second, if that’s something you want to explore, then we can look into it and try some things out.”
“So you’d be okay with it?” Kurt asked again.
“I’m okay with it,” Blaine confirmed. “I just want you to be comfortable… so I can be comfortable.”
Kurt leaned over and kissed him again, Blaine’s hands coming up to frame his face. His lips moved against Blaine’s, hard and unrelenting.
“What about the girls?” Blaine murmured.
“We’ve proven that we can be quiet,” Kurt replied with a smile. Blaine smiled back, letting Kurt kiss him again and press him back into the bed. “The door is locked, right?”
“Yes,” Blaine whispered. “You wanted to do this, so stop worrying and kiss me.”
“Bossy,” Kurt hissed when Blaine nipped at his collar bone.
“I’ve just wanted to do this since you stepped off the elevator,” Blaine confessed. “I didn’t think you’d want to.”
“Stop talking and kiss me,” Kurt muttered, mouthing along Blaine’s jawline as they rolled around together on the bed.
“Now who’s bossy?” Blaine teased. Kurt kissed him, effectively shutting him up. They kept as silent as possible; the occasional moan slipped out as they undressed each other and let their hands wander.
Kurt found himself lying on top of Blaine, nestled between his legs as they kissed and rocked together. Blaine’s hands held tight to Kurt’s hips as they moved, Kurt letting Blaine control the pace.
“There’s something I wanted to try,” Blaine whispered against his lips.
“What?” Kurt managed, his brain fuzzy because Blaine was currently running a finger along the crack of his ass, lightly stroking the outside of his hole. It was a whole new sensation, one they hadn’t really explored before.
“Do you know what rimming is?” Kurt thought back to the pamphlets his dad had given him the previous winter and his face flushed.
“Yes, but Blaine… that’s…” Kurt trailed off. He couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to put their tongue in his ass.
“I’ve just… always wanted to try it,” Blaine admitted. “And you just took a shower…” He looked so hopeful and earnest.
“I don’t know, Blaine,” Kurt replied, “I’ve never really thought about it.”
“Can we try?” Blaine asked. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”
“I… okay,” Kurt found himself agreeing.
“Really?” Blaine’s excitement showed.
“Yes, really,” Kurt laughed. “What do you need me to do?” He moved off Blaine, waiting.
“Just… roll over on your stomach,” Blaine finally said, eyes wide. Kurt rolled over as asked. He could feel the fabric of the bed sheets against his cock and held in a groan, still trying to keep quiet.
Kurt gave up on silence the moment Blaine pulled his ass cheeks apart and gave his hole a tentative lick. The noise Kurt made didn’t sound human to his ears. Blaine made a shushing sound but then went right back to licking and sucking and Kurt had no idea it would feel so good. With Blaine’s tongue working him over and his cock rubbing the sheets with every movement Kurt made, it wasn’t long before he was coming, letting out a loud cry.
He didn’t even realize he was squeezing a pillow in his arms until Blaine pulled it out and held Kurt close. “Good?” Blaine murmured.
“As if you couldn’t tell,” Kurt replied, surprised he could still string words together. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. Blaine’s warm ones met his and Kurt smiled.
“A guy still likes to hear it,” Blaine teased.
“It was amazing,” Kurt told him. “Did you…” He glanced down and saw that Blaine was still hard. Before Blaine could say anything, Kurt wrapped his hand around Blaine’s cock and started to stroke. Blaine moaned.
“Faster,” he gasped out and Kurt complied, kissing him. He could kind of taste himself in Blaine’s mouth and, oh, that was different. It only took a few minutes and then Blaine came, his fingernails digging into Kurt’s arm. Blaine lay back panting and the two of them started giggling after a second.
They were interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Yo, ladies,” Santana knocked on the door. Kurt jumped and gave Blaine a panicked look.
“Yes?” he called.
“I’m glad decided to take my advice and let Dapper Dan give you the best orgasm of your life or whatever, but some of us are trying to sleep out here.”
His face burned red and he knew if he looked at Blaine, he would started laughing and wouldn’t be able to stop. “Sorry,” Kurt replied. “We’ll be quiet.”
“You better,” she sing-songed. “Otherwise, I’ll start letting all our friends know what you sound like when you come.”