Fic: How Can Our Love Go Wrong If We Start the New Year Right
Title: How Can Our Love Go Wrong If We Start the New Year Right Part 3/4
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 13500 total
Pairings/Characters: Kurt/Blaine, New Directions (especially Tina and Santana), random Warblers
Spoilers: All aired episodes? Potentially.
Warnings: Underage drinking. Drunken sex. Rimming. Barebacking. Er... I think that's it.
Summary: Kurt hosts a New Year's/Birthday costume party. Starts with the party and eventually devolves into filthy, drunken porn. As these things sometimes do.
I just realized that David did not graduate along with Wes. I'm going to pretend that he did.
~Two: Wherein the boys are drunk and damn, rum-soaked grapes are delicious~
Blaine isn't sure how he has gotten so drunk so fast. Truthfully, Blaine isn't sure he's all that drunk, but Kurt told him he is and he's learned to take Kurt's word on his state of drunkenness as fact after the last time. He groans just thinking about it and sticks his lip out.
“What are you pouting about?” Kurt asks. He is smiley and giggly and adorable and sexy and delicious. At least Blaine thinks he's delicious. It's been whole minutes and hours and days since he's had his tongue on Kurt to know for sure. Well, not actual days, but it feels like it to Blaine.
He presses his face into Kurt's neck by way of answer and takes a sniff of his collar bone. He smells good enough to eat. Blaine decides that answers the question about his level of deliciousness.
“Did you just smell me?”
“You're delicious.”
Kurt giggles and Blaine smiles against his skin. “Just don't go sniffing anyone else around here, or I'll throw you out in the snow to sober you up.”
“Why would I sniff anyone but you?” Blaine is confused. No one smells good like Kurt.
“Because Blaine plus alcohol equals... well, let's just say touchy feely. It sounds much nicer than easy or slutty. I have one of my branches fashioned into a shank in case anybody tries to get all up on you.”
Blaine rolls to the side and looks up at Kurt, eyelashes fluttering flirtatiously. “Are you protecting my virtue?”
Kurt snorts. “I seem to remember ridding you of that a couple of months ago, sweetheart.”
“Mmmm.” Blaine's eyes go far away, focusing on that glorious memory. “Not to mention a couple of hours ago. You're my favourite.”
“You're my favourite, too,” Kurt says and kisses him on the nose. Kurt is lovely. Blaine sighs happily and is pulled up to dance by Santana and Brittany.
~*~
The doorbell is chiming. Kurt goes to get it after a moment, leaving behind his primo front row seat to the hilarious Blaine and The New Directions Girls Show. Blaine's dancing is becoming more and more spastic and Kurt should probably worry about something getting broken or someone being injured, but it's too funny and Blaine too adorable for him to care.
He feels tall as he makes his way to the front door, tall and graceful, willowy. He doesn't feel the same numb discontent and vague nausea that he had when drinking the Chablis April Rhodes had given him. He feels good. The air is buzzing with electric happiness and his friends are having a good time and in a few hours he will be eighteen.
There are Warblers outside his door. And not the bird kind, the human ones. He laughs to himself and gives them a wave. “Hello, boys.”
“Kurt, what... What are you wearing?” Nick asks. He sounds shocked.
“You're one to talk. Is that a Crawford Country Day uniform?”
“Hey, Blaine said you only threatened to set us on fire if we showed up wearing Dalton uniforms, he said nothing about any other school's.”
Kurt snorts. “Oh, Nicholas, I just adore you,” he says. Nick is decked out in full school girl attire, right down to the knee socks and saddle shoes. “Did you even shave your legs?”
Now he looks embarrassed. “Well, yeah. I didn't want to look, you know, too manly.”
The assembled boys crack up laughing and Jeff pokes a plastic spear out from the back of the crowd. “To the beer!” he says in a terrible attempt at an English accent.
Kurt steps to the side and motions them all forward. Sebastian sidles up beside him on the way to the kitchen. “Well, well, look at you.” Kurt makes a disgusted face that Sebastian does not see, distracted as he is by Kurt's flimsy coverings.
“James Dean?” Kurt goes for a little bit derisive and a lot unimpressed. “How typical.”
“But you knew who I was.” Sebastian is grinning in that cocky way of his that makes Kurt want to punch him in the face. Or he does have that handy shank... “It's a shame you've got all that lumber covering you up. A real shame.”
“You're a pig and I don't like you. I'm going to go talk to my friends now.” Kurt mentally slaps himself. That insult was weak; the alcohol is hindering his snark. He also promised himself not to let Sebastian get to him tonight.
He looks over as Sebastian answers, smarmy grin still in place. “You do that. Just point me in the direction of your boyfriend first if you would.”
“I'll point you in the direction of a socket wrench upside the head,” Kurt mumbles under his breath and follows after the other Warblers.
He shows them where all of the drinks and mix are and introduces them to Puck who is lounging against the counter. “There's beer out on the back deck. Please drink it before it explodes. My brother put it out there to cool faster. He's as dumb as a box of rocks but we love him anyway.”
“You can say that again,” Puck agrees.
“Blaine!” Kurt calls into the living room, trying to be heard over the music. “Blaine! Baby, the Warblers have landed!”
“Very funny,” he hears one of them mutter.
“Dude, what do you expect?” Puck asks. “You're named after birds.”
There is a ruckus in the next room and he hears Blaine holler that he's coming. “Oh my God, look! He's covered in Kurt's green stuff!” Rachel. Kurt rolls his eyes and Puck snorts a laugh. “It's even under his clothes!”
The girls begin a chorus of ooohhhhsss amidst the laughter in the room. Blaine lets out one terrified “Aaaahhh!” before stumbling through the kitchen entryway with his pants undone and both of his shirts rucked up.
Kurt catches him before he falls and begins fixing his costume. “They molested me,” Blaine says. “They found your green paint stuff. It's all over me. I went to pee awhile ago and it's even on my --”
Kurt places a finger over Blaine's lips to shush him and Blaine sucks it into his mouth. “Baby, be good,” Kurt whispers, tucking in Blaine's shirts and buttoning his pants.
“Why are you doing my pants up? Is time going backwards? Like in rewind?”
Kurt sighs and motions with his head to the Warblers in his kitchen. Blaine looks up from where Kurt is fastening his belt and his pout transforms into a wide, toothy grin. “Hey guys!”
“Damn, Blaine, you are plas-tered,” Jeff says.
“Psshh,” Blaine says, waving his hand in the air. “I am n--” Kurt nods at him. “Oh right, I totally am. I just remembered! I don't know how, though. I didn't even drink that much.” He plops himself down on a stool and uses the ladle to fish some fruit out of the punch. “The grapes are the best,” he informs the room at large.
“Blaine, are you the one who's been eating all the fruit?” Kurt asks. It finally makes sense - he hasn't seen Blaine drink more than three glasses of punch and there hasn't been some oily creep swapping out his empties the way Sebastian had at Scandals. Blaine nods and pops another grape into his mouth.“That fruit has been soaking in rum for two days. No wonder you're wasted.”
“Kurt!” Finn is calling from the living room and he sounds panicked. Kurt sighs and downs the rest of his drink. He gives Blaine a peck on the cheek and slaps a piece of pineapple out of his hand before going to find his idiot brother.
~*~
Blaine looks sadly at the pineapple he's dropped before realizing Kurt is leaving. And his hips are swaying. And his ass... He makes grabby hands at it but Kurt keeps on leaving. Blaine thinks it would be awesome if they had some sort of psychic link so Kurt would know not to leave and take his beautiful, beautiful ass away from Blaine's waiting hands.
“I don't want him to go,” he says aloud. “But boy do I ever love watching him walk away. That is the best ass on the continent. The Northern Hemisphere. The world.” Blaine feels sleepy. He rests his head on the counter top and stares at the space Kurt has just vacated.
“I hear you, brother,” Puck says. “If I was into dudes I'd be all over Kurt like an anorexic chick on a packet of Splenda.”
Blaine shoots up in his seat. Oh, he's dizzy. Also he's shaking his head as he glares at Puck and that is so not helping and Puck has some weird glitter on his face and a star over his eye and Blaine is pretty sure he is wearing tights. “Mine,” he says.
“Chill, dude. I'm not into him. I'm just saying that I would be if that was the way the good lord made me. I'm just agreeing with you, man. I get it.”
“Totally,” Jeff agrees. “Kurt is hot.”
Blaine's friends are all nodding and saying that they wouldn't kick Kurt out of bed for eating crackers. Blaine is confused and doesn't know who he should be glaring at the hardest. “If you traitors are finished confessing your straight-boy crushes on my boyfriend, would you kindly shut up.”
His friends are laughing at him and fuck it, those grapes are really good and he is totally eating more of them. Screw sobriety.
“Just for the record,” Trent says, twirling his fake moustache. “The crush I have on your boyfriend is 100% gay.”
Blaine groans and drops his head back down on the counter. “Ow,” he says a moment later. That is probably going to leave a mark.
~*~
“Kurt, thank God!” Finn rushes over to meet him. There is a breeze blowing through the room and it reeks of beer. “It's the beer!” Of course it is.
The cans of beer that Finn had placed in the snow on the deck have exploded all over the place: the deck itself, the trees, the porch swing, it is even splattered on the french doors. Kurt sighs. “Way to go, genius,” he says.
“You don't have to be mean,” Finn whines. He looks so ridiculous with half of his Frankenteen makeup wiped off his face and one of his neck bolts hanging precariously that Kurt can't help but laugh.
“Yeah, I know. I just feel like it.”
Finn smiles crookedly and shrugs. “I thought I should maybe hose it all down but Rachel thinks that's a bad idea.”
“Unless you want to make a skating rink, Rachel's right. Did they all explode?”
Finn nods, looking sheepish. “I didn't realize what the bangs were at first.”
“Well, just leave it then. We can figure something out tomorrow. Maybe the sun will melt it a little and it won't be too hard for you to clean up.”
“Of course, bro!” Finn slaps him on the back and grins.
“And close the door, Finn. It's freezing.” Rachel smiles at him gratefully, shivering away in her Cleopatra costume.
“Kurt, come dance with us,” Rachel says. Lady Gaga has just started and Kurt is very tempted to join in but Blaine is in the kitchen and he is so beyond wasted.
“I can't. That creep Sebastian is lurking and Blaine is out of it. I should keep an eye on him. I don't trust that guy as far as you could throw him.”
“I'll go,” Tina says. “Are they in the kitchen? You dance and have fun.” She pushes Kurt into the fray before he can even say thank you and throws a wink over her shoulder as she leaves the room. Kurt is relieved. Tina is level-headed and seems fairly sober. Someone grabs his arm and pulls him forward and he's sandwiched between Mike and Brittany shaking his ass and laughing.
~*~
Thad is going on and on about how pizza is not a vegetable and every time Blaine looks away from his crazy eyes Sebastian is closer and closer. He feels claustrophobic. He wants to go outside but it's started to snow and it's cold and he doesn't know where his coat is.
“How are you doing, Blaine?” Tina's voice is sweet and clear like bells. He looks up at her - so much white and gold.
“You're pretty,” he informs her.
She laughs and that is pretty, too. “I'm going to get you a bottle of water, okay Blaine?”
“I know what your underwear looks like,” he says instead of answering her. There is a voice in his head telling him to stop talking but it's muffled and far away and he should probably just ignore it. “Kurt picked out your underwear. Kurt isn't even wearing underwear, so why am I still in this room? Underwear is a weird word.”
“Oh God, you really are trashed,” Tina says and she looks kinda worried. Blaine wants to tell her not to be; he wants to reach out and rub the little furrow between her eyebrows like his grandmother used to do to him when he was little.
“I feel like I could ask you anything right now and you would tell me the honest to God truth,” Puck says. “With none of your usual sugar-coating bullshit.”
Blaine shrugs. Seems like a good idea. Honesty is important. “Hit me.”
“No, Puck,” Tina warns. Puck mouths something that looks like later at him and Blaine lays his head back on the counter.
“How long have you been hitting that killer punch Kurt made?” Tina asks.
“I dunno. Hours. What time is it?” He looks around for a clock and sees that Sebastian is behind Tina and she is keeping him away. Blaine loves Tina. He doesn't want Kurt to be mad.
Tina opens a water bottle and hands it to him and God, it's so refreshing and Thad is still going on about the damn pizza and no, Flint, tomatoes are not vegetables. “A tomato is a fruit,” he tells them. The kitchen is obviously a breeding ground for idiots and he needs to get out of there. He looks over at Tina's smiley face and yes, he thinks, she could be his saviour. “Can we go outside? I want to see the snow.”
“Okay, let's go find coats,” she says and helps Blaine down from his stool. He is dizzier now that he's on his feet. Fresh air sounds like absolute bliss.
“No one else is invited,” he says loudly and that was probably rude. He means Sebastian, but he also doesn't want crazy Thad and his pizza conversation invading the peace and quiet of the falling snow.
The coat he finds doesn't actually belong to him. The sleeves are too long and cover most of his hands and it zips up instead of buttoning. But Blaine doesn't care as he floats along in his haze and Tina says it's alright and Tina always knows.
They end up out on the front step and the snow looks so lovely and clean and fresh. Blaine takes a big breath and sighs happily. It's a beautiful night.
“That guy was really bothering you, wasn't he?” Tina asks.
“Yeah. Kurt hates him.” Blaine can't stand the thought of Kurt's party being ruined by something that he has done. He hopes he didn't do anything. Like when he'd been dancing and it made Kurt upset when he didn't even know it at the time.
“And what about you? How do you feel about him?”
“He embarrasses me. Makes me feel the bad kind of dirty. You know, like not in the fun way. He always stares at me and smiles and... gross. Do you know that he tried to get me to cheat on Kurt? Why would I ever do that? He must be crazy. He's dirty and crazy. It doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you, he said. So trashy. Yes, Sebastian, it does bother me thank you very much.” Huh, Blaine is more upset about it than he realized.
Tina's warm hand finds Blaine's under the too-long sleeve and squeezes it. “I'm glad to hear you say that,” she says. “I wouldn't want Kurt to ever be hurt.”
The thought of someone hurting Kurt brings tears to Blaine's eyes. He loves Kurt so much. He tells Tina so.
“I love Kurt, too. He's one of my best friends.” She looks as sad as Blaine suddenly feels. She is in the same boat as he is, Blaine realizes. Mike is leaving for some far off school next year, too. And Tina and Blaine will be stuck at McKinley without them.
“Next year when we're waiting to be with them,” Blaine says, “You and me, we can be best friends.”
“Yeah we can,” she agrees and Blaine is enveloped in her soft, warm, honey-scented body as she hugs him to her. She smells like his mom and it makes him hold on extra tight.
~*~
The sweaty mass of bodies around Kurt are truly disorienting. Quite a few Warblers have left their kitchen haven and are now mingling freely with the McKinley students. He spots Jeff having a sword fight with his fellow warrior, Sam and Trent and Artie waving their arms in the air to the music next to the french doors. Even Sebastian has given up on his Blaine stalking and is lounging in a corner looking smarmy and bored. Blaine is nowhere to be found and Kurt mentally high-fives Tina. He is totally buying her those crazy boots she'd been drooling over on eBay.
Devil Quinn and Kitty Brittany are gathered around a very pleased looking Nick, admiring his uniform and feeling the smoothness of his bare thighs. Quinn throws her head back and laughs at something Brittany says and Nick watches them with his mouth hanging open in shock.
“Who's your tranny friend?” Santana asks, her eyes glaring daggers as Brittany runs a hand up under Nick's skirt.
“That's offensive, Santana,” Kurt informs her. “You've really got to stop doing that.”
“Yeah, well I don't give a single fuck at the moment,” she spits.
“Maybe you shouldn't have convinced her that it wasn't cheating if the parts were different.” Kurt knows he is putting salt in the wound, but Santana needs to learn her lesson somehow. Brittany may not be the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, but it's not okay to take advantage of that fact. Kurt still feels guilty about doing it himself, even if he hadn't actually enjoyed the results.
“Oh screw you, you superior bitch.” Santana throws back the remainder of her drink and slams the red solo cup down on the nearest surface. It's too light to have the effect she is going for. “And just so you know, if he touches her, I will cuts him.”
She storms out of the room and Kurt sighs. He thinks he prefers weepy-drunk Santana to angry-drunk Santana.
Someone grabs Kurt from behind and swings him around. He feels sloppy lips kiss the top of his head and smells beer-stink breath in his face. “Happy almost-birthday, bro!” He stumbles when Finn sets him back on his feet. “Love you!” Finn declares happily and wanders off to where Rachel is lying across Mercedes on the sofa.
Finn really is like a large, idiotic puppy dog. Kurt chuckles to himself and sips his drink, watching as he tries to snuggle in next to Rachel and Mercedes and tumbles to the floor.
“Shame Blaine wasn't around to see that cute little moment.” Kurt rolls his eyes. Sebastian is nothing if not persistent. “Do you think he would be jealous? Maybe he might want to seek out a little retribution.”
“That's my brother, you imbecile. But do keep grasping at those straws.”
Kurt walks away with his nose in the air - and who cares if it's just to stop Richard from putting that lampshade on his head? He still totally wins.
~*~
Tina is taking really long to get that new bottle of water and Blaine is starting to get cold. He thinks maybe he should go back in and find her, but the snow is falling heavier now, the flakes huge and shimmering in the streetlights, and he doesn't really want to.
He starts when the door flings open. “What are you doing out here?” Santana growls.
Blaine smiles at her. Her pointy hat thing and her makeup and her robes. She looks awesome. “Maleficent is my favourite Disney villain,” he says.
She looks up from digging through her pockets. “Bully for you.” She makes a triumphant noise when she finds what she was looking for. There is a spark and then smoke; Blaine crinkles his nose at the smell. “Guess I should have dressed as her in dragon form,” Santana says between puffs on her cigar. “Since I'm basically the dragon lady anyway.”
“Nah.” Santana looks sad and Blaine can't seem to come up with anything better to tell her. He wants to give her a hug but suspects she'll burn him with her cigar if he tries.
“Sure I am. Nobody likes me.”
“I like you.” And Blaine isn't even just saying that. Most of the time he finds her funny, and she's an amazing singer and he can see how much she loves Brittany. Anyone who can love like that is a good person in his books.
Santana snorts. “You like everyone.”
“No I don't. I only pretend to like some people.”
“Well, I only pretend to like most people so maybe we've got more in common than I thought.”
She is smiling now, and not in her usual scary way. Blaine likes it when she smiles like this. It makes him think that even in a crappy little town under miserable circumstances, people can find small moments of happiness.
She takes another slow drag on her cigar and lets the smoke billow out of her mouth in a long, thin trail. The smell is kind of soothing actually, pungent and earthy. “Can I try that?” he asks.
“Only if you're sure, Sweet 'n' Low. If your boyfriend bitches me out later you are totally taking the blame.”
Blaine smiles at her and she passes it over, warning him not to suck the smoke into his lungs. He presses it to his lips and inhales slowly. He thinks he is doing what she says but a second later he is choking while she laughs and smacks him on the back.
“It tastes like evil,” he complains once he's regained the ability to talk. The inside of his mouth feels gross as he runs his tongue along his teeth. “Blah.”
Santana's laughing loudly at him now but he doesn't even care. He likes her happy, even if it's at the expense of his throat. It's burning still and he vaguely remembers something about water. “I wanna brush my teeth,” he tells her. “We should go to Kurt's bathroom.”
“Well I gotta pee, so that works.” She puts her cigar out in the snow that has collected on the porch railing and follows Blaine inside.
The door to Kurt's bathroom has been closed all night. Kurt wants to be sure that no one defiles it in any way or gets into his stuff. Finn's bathroom is fair game since it's disgusting anyhow and he hasn't got anything in there but Old Spice, Head and Shoulders and Axe body wash.
But Blaine is sure Kurt didn't mean him when instituting the ban. Even still, he is as quiet as a mouse when he sneaks Santana in there. He doesn't want anyone to follow after them and use the room to puke in after they leave or anything.
Blaine hops up on the counter once they've shut themselves inside and sprays Kurt's cologne into the air just to smell him.
Santana checks her makeup in the mirror. “So, you having fun? Why were you hanging out in the snow anyway?”
“I just needed some air. The party's great but...” Too many people. Not enough Kurt. Blaine misses Kurt badly. He feels like he hasn't seen him in hours. “I kinda wish everyone would just clear out and leave me and Kurt.” He picks up a jar of Kurt's moisturizer and screws off the lid.
“And what would you do with Kurt in that naughty little outfit of his and an empty house?” Santana's eyebrow is cocked knowingly and Blaine grins at her.
“Have lots and lots of dirty sex.”
She grins at his reflection in the mirror and fishes a tube of lipstick out of her pocket. “Is that something you do often?”
“Whenever we get the chance. Like earlier today...” Blaine watches her reapply her lipstick for a moment. Something feels weird. He should shut up. “I probably shouldn't tell you about that.”
“Is that why you're covered in green stuff and glitter?”
Blaine's eyes lose focus, staring into the jar of cream. He's back between Kurt's thighs with Kurt between his and he's in that moment when he'd been about to come but knew he had to keep going so Kurt could get off with him... “I'd be covered in a lot more if I hadn't swallowed... Did I just say that out loud?” Oops.
Santana throws her head back; her laughter is loud and high pitched. “I'm gonna pee in front of you now, Don Juan,” she says.
“Whatever,” Blaine agrees. “I won't look.”
“Such a gentleman.”
He roots around in Kurt's medicine cabinet and finds his toothbrush. His mouth still tastes of ash and he should probably do something about that.
“Using your boyfriend's toothbrush?” Santana asks while washing her hands. “How adorable.”
“Nope, it's mine. I've got my own toothbrush in Kurt's bathroom.” He can't stop smiling about it. Every time he uses it it makes him ridiculously happy. “He bought it for me.”
“Might as well be an engagement ring the way you're carrying on.”
“Yep,” Blaine agrees, even if she is just being facetious. “Almost as good.”
Santana looks through Kurt's cosmetics while Blaine brushes his teeth. “I have to pee now,” he says once he's finished, his words muffled as he wipes his mouth on a towel.
“Do what you gots ta,” Santana says. She's found an eyeliner she seems to like and is trying it out.
Blaine stumbles a little getting his pants down and doesn't bother trying to pull them back up around his ass once they've slipped. He may have bothered if he had known Santana was watching him in the mirror. “That is some serious ass you've got goin' on back there. Where have you been hiding that?”
And Blaine nearly pees on the floor.
~*~
“I kind of lost Blaine.” Kurt is watching Tina's guilty expression, trying to make sense of her words. How could she have lost Blaine? It's not like the house is that big and that bastard Sebastian is over in the corner trying to chat up Sam. Kurt feels somewhat vindicated that he isn't the only one with wonky gaydar when it comes to Sam. He makes his please clarify face and waits patiently.
“We were outside and I came in to get him some water. When I went back out he was gone.”
“Oh God.” Now is the time to panic. Blaine could be anywhere. He is seriously impaired and it's storming outside. And Blaine is like a toddler when it comes to snow. Kurt is about to gather up the more sober of his friends to form a search party when Blaine wanders in to the room with Santana and gives Kurt a dopey grin.
“Kurt, I haven't seen you in forever!” he says and buries his face in Kurt's neck. He smells like smoke and toothpaste and Kurt's favourite cologne. “I almost forgot how hot you look.”
“Why are you so minty fresh, Babe?”
“Brushed my teeth. Santana's cigars are the devil.”
“Way to tattle on me, Bubble Butt. Seriously. It was all his idea. And he only had, like, one puff before choking his ass off.”
“It's true.” Blaine looks proud of himself for this fact. “My throat is still on fire.”
Tina passes Blaine the bottle of water she had gone to find for him and he kisses her on the cheek. “You are truly a Goddess,” he says.
“These two ladies here are my new best friends,” Blaine tells Kurt and Kurt can't help but laugh because his stupid, drunk boyfriend really is the most adorable thing ever.
“You have very discerning taste,” Kurt tells him and Tina and Santana kiss Kurt on either cheek.
“Yay!” Blaine yells. “Let's all dance together!”
And that is how Kurt ends up slow motion grinding to some ridiculous country song about tractors or cabbages or both together, he isn't really sure. And really, who the hell took control of the music while he was mid-panic attack over his possibly missing boyfriend anyway?
But Blaine's got his hands on Kurt's hips and Tina is doing the robot in front of him and Santana, Kurt's pretty sure she is smacking Blaine on the ass because she keeps going on about it being so round while Blaine buries his warm face in the back of Kurt's neck and giggles. Who cares what sort of crappy music is playing? This is the first and last time that Kurt Hummel will ever think such a thing, he tells himself. Because tractors? Really?
~*~
Blaine truly believes, maybe for the first time ever, that New Year's Eve really is the start of something new and potentially wonderful. Everywhere he looks in the room people are smiling and laughing - his friends, Kurt's friends, their friends. Because they totally have the same friends now and that is amazing. Finn and Rachel are being cuddly and adorable and Santana is slow dancing with Brittany and Tina is teaching Quinn and Jeff how to do the robot and Mercedes just pulled Sam away from Sebastian with a divalicious “I do not think so, man whore”. And everyone is laughing at that, even Sebastian. See, maybe the magic of the new year can make even Sebastian a good guy. Blaine decides to tell Kurt so and Kurt snorts and pulls Blaine into his lap and score! because that is Blaine's favourite place in all the world.
The doorbell is chiming and Finn leaves the room to get it and shit, Blaine really hopes it isn't the cops. He tries to hide his punch behind his back just in case.
But it isn't the cops. It's Blaine's friends. Wes and David come into the living room behind Finn dressed in Gryffindor and Slytherin robes.
“Kurt!” Blaine says. “Look, it's Wes and David. It's a surprise!”
“I know, Baby. It's my surprise for you. I called and invited them.”
And God, Blaine really loves Kurt. He hasn't complained about missing Wes and David but he really, really has and Kurt just knows. Kurt always knows when it comes to Blaine and that makes him the best boyfriend of all time. Even now, as Blaine is struggling to get up off of Kurt's lap, Kurt pushes him up by the butt and steadies him so that he doesn't stumble.
“Guys!” Blaine says and hugs them both. “I've missed you so much,” he mumbles into David's green and silver tie. The other Warblers gather round to say hello to their former leaders and Kurt makes a crack about Wes and David being sorted into the wrong houses and how they should trade and Wes makes an angry face at him while David laughs.
The conversation drifts to music and the two groups' recent performances, as Wes and David have been out of the loop. Rachel wanders over and watches them all with a haughty air and clears her throat several times before Kurt asks her what it is that she wants.
“I just want to say that I think it's lovely how two rival glee clubs can be such good friends and talk so openly about their inner workings.” She pauses for a moment and looks around and Blaine is about to start talking to David about how he and Kurt killed that P!ink number when she starts again.
“Even though Regionals is very soon and they could potentially be trying to steal our set list.” She is making her crazy eyes that Kurt sometimes mocks when he's in a silly or mean sort of mood and Blaine wants to laugh but his Warbler friends look so uncomfortable suddenly and that's not cool. They are all here to celebrate the New Year and mostly to celebrate the amazingness of Kurt. There is no room for show choir rivalries when celebrating Kurt.
“Rachel --” Blaine starts, exasperated. He can't just let her be all crazy at his friends.
“It's not our set list they're attempting to steal,” Kurt tells her with a disgusted look at Sebastian who is right there standing next to Blaine and when the hell did that happen? “They haven't got a chance at either but yet here they are. Not you, of course,” he says to the other Warblers and they try to hide their smiles.
“Oh, I wouldn't say I haven't got a chance,” Sebastian says and he gives Blaine one of those creepy smiles like he does and ew, Blaine just can't with this guy. What does he have to do before he'll take the hint?
Maybe he needs to be more like Kurt. Blunt. Blaine huffs a laugh. “I would,” he says and crawls back onto Kurt's lap.
“I love you,” Kurt whispers in his ear and there is just so much in his voice that Blaine can't even form any sort of response. He wishes he had chosen blunt so much earlier and wonders at the relief he can see on Kurt's face. Had he been seriously worried? Blaine needs to tell Kurt, show him how much he means to him. He is everything. He will always be everything.
“Come dance with me,” Blaine says. Something slow is playing and he wants nothing more than to be wrapped up in Kurt's body, swaying to the gentle rhythm.
They're still entwined on the dance floor when Quinn begins passing around glasses of champagne and soon everyone is gathered together with the people they love and Puck begins the countdown at twenty five.
“7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... Happy New Year!!!” There are kazoos blowing and streamers and balloons in the air and everyone is laughing and there are lips on Blaine's for the first time ever at the start of a brand new year. Kurt is so warm wrapped around him; his mouth tastes sweet like the punch and Blaine can feel his eyelashes fluttering against his cheek as he turns his head to deepen their kiss. Kurt pulls back with a laugh and his eyes are sparkling and almost all of the green stuff has been rubbed off of his lips. He is so beautiful and Blaine loves him and wants to tell him so but they are surrounded by chaos on all sides and Kurt can't hear him when he tries.
Rachel is trying and failing to coax the room into a impromptu performance of Auld Lang Syne and Kurt is laughing into Blaine's neck and everything is happiness and champagne and love when someone yells, “Happy birthday, Kurt!” And suddenly there are bodies, bodies and the arms attached to them trying to pull them apart and no way. Blaine hangs on tight and they are both in the air and being hugged sideways and forwards and backwards and Blaine holds on to Kurt's hand with everything that he has.
This is the best night of my life, Blaine thinks. He is surrounded by everyone he loves and Kurt is smiling and laughing and then they are kissing while being held up by the boys and their friends are cheering them on. How could anything be better than this?
~*~
After the ruckus dies down Blaine takes Kurt's hand in his and leads him away from the other revellers. He looks almost shy, a tiny smile curling the corners of his mouth and Kurt feels such love in that moment that it makes his heart pick up speed.
They wander down the hall and Blaine stops him outside the closed door of the master bedroom. “Is it okay if we go in there?” he asks, titling his chin towards Kurt's parents' bedroom. “Just on the balcony.”
Kurt nods and uses the hand not enclosed in Blaine's to turn the doorknob. “It's going to be cold,” he warns and Blaine looks bashful.
“I want to kiss you in the snow,” he says. “Like in a movie.”
And how can Kurt say no to that? He wonders whatever happened to the Blaine who thought serenading boys in mediocre clothing stores with entirely inappropriate songs was the height of romance. This Blaine, his Blaine is the most romantic guy he knows. Every gesture, every day it just keeps getting better and better.
The snow is still falling steadily, the flakes big and fluffy and shimmering in the lights from the back yard. Blaine leans forward, upper body over the railing and catches a flake on his tongue. He giggles as he turns around, his tongue out to show Kurt his prize as it dissolves away from the heat of his breath. There are more snowflakes caught in his long eyelashes and one falls down onto his cheekbone as he blinks up at Kurt. Kurt lifts a finger to follow its trail as it melts over Blaine's warm skin.
“You're beautiful,” Kurt says. “So beautiful.”
“That's supposed to be my line,” Blaine tells him, his voice quiet and raspy. He pulls Kurt forward and locks their lips together just as the wind picks up and sends the fallen snow whirling around them. Blaine giggles again, trying to shield Kurt's face from the snow. “That was supposed to happen,” he says. “It was in the script.”
And they're kissing again, closer and deeper and wet and desperate. Kurt is soon clawing at Blaine's jacket and shirts and Blaine is moaning into his mouth. “I'm done with the party,” Blaine gasps against Kurt's throat. “So done.”
“Uh huh,” Kurt agrees. “My room. Bed. Wall. Floor. Somewhere.”
~*~
Blaine's freezing hands and mouth and tongue are all over Kurt the second they reach his room.
“Hang on,” Kurt gasps and Blaine steps back immediately. He has learned his lesson on that front. I've never felt less like being intimate with someone and either you can't tell or you just don't care. The words are burned into his brain. He would rather be boiled in hot oil than to ever make Kurt feel that way about him again. “I've just got to take these contacts out.”
“But I love the contacts,” Blaine whines. “They're so hot. They've been making me so horny all night, every time you look at me.”
Kurt laughs, watching Blaine in the mirror. “Everything has been making you horny all night, you drunken buffoon.”
“Hey, you're drunk too!”
“Mmmhmm,” Kurt agrees. “That I most certainly am.” Blaine is far less saddened by the loss of the contacts when he sees Kurt's own sea-storm eyes shining at him from beneath perfectly arched brows.
“Now where were we?”
It isn't long before they're naked on the bed. Blaine is in heaven, peeling off Kurt's costume and running his mouth everywhere and he can hear the party still carrying on in the distance, muffled by the walls, strange and garbled like he's hearing it from under water. Kurt is mewling and pushing his hips forward and all Blaine wants in the entire world is Kurt's cock right now.
Kurt whines as Blaine pulls away. He rolls over and crawls up on all fours and Kurt is behind him, running soft hands over Blaine's chest and wet lips over his back. “Like this,” he tells Kurt. “Just like this.”
The lube is cold at first, making him flinch away from Kurt's slender fingers on instinct. Kurt apologizes with a giggle and a kiss to the small of Blaine's back, and when his fingers return to Blaine's ass they are nice and warm and slippery. Blaine wants more right away; one is never enough. He never feels satisfied until he is pushing back, fucking himself on three of Kurt's fingers and waiting, impatient for what's to come. This sensation, this wanting is not new, though everything feels different tonight, like he is floating and in his body both at once. Also he feels hungry and that is just odd.
“What smells like Skittles?”
Kurt laughs. “It's flavoured lube. It's the first bottle I grabbed.”
“What's it taste like?” Kurt leans forward and licks a strip of skin next to where his fingers are pumping in and out of Blaine's ass and Blaine gasps because oh, that was amazing. “Oh God, do that again,” he pleads. There is a silent moment, Kurt's fingers have stopped opening him up and he is just sitting there behind Blaine with his feet tucked under him and Blaine is worried that he has freaked Kurt out. It's not something they've ever even discussed before, let alone done, and maybe Kurt is repulsed by the very idea. He pulls his fingers out and Blaine feels something akin to panic fluttering in his stomach. He opens his mouth to say something, apologize, but he's at a loss for words.
But then he feels hot breath and the swipe of Kurt's tongue from his balls all the way up the crack of his ass and he can't stop the guttural sound that leaves his mouth. It's soft and wet and it tingles and feels so fucking good. And Kurt's tongue is there again, teasing him, flicking lightly over his hole and fuck, he grasps the base of his cock so he doesn't come. Kurt's hands slide up and hold his cheeks apart. Someone is repeating yes, yes amidst broken moans and Blaine realizes that it's him. And Kurt's face is pressed up against his ass and his tongue is inside, firm and wet, and Blaine feels like he's going to die and in the very best of ways.
“Oh God, yes. Fuck me with your tongue,” Blaine whimpers and Kurt holds his ass cheeks in a hard grip as he thrusts his tongue in and out. It's so good, so good, but Blaine wants more, needs more. “In me, please. Kurt. In, in.” And Kurt removes his perfect tongue and there is lube and saliva all over Blaine's ass and dripping down onto his balls and he feels like crying.
Kurt leans over for a condom and Blaine's reaches a hand out to stop him. “Can we... ? It's safe. I just...” He just really wants Kurt bare against him. Really wants to feel him. Really wants to feel it when he comes.
“It's gonna be messy, Babe,” Kurt says and he's already lubing up his bare cock and it smells like Skittles and God, Blaine really, really wants it messy.
“Good,” he moans as Kurt presses the tip of his cock against his hole. “Want your come.” But Kurt is only teasing him, rubbing against his ass, one hand stroking Blaine's cock so lightly it's barely a touch. “In, in,” Blaine whines again. He feels so desperate, so needy and then Kurt is pushing inside and Blaine sobs brokenly, so full and the stretch and Kurt's cock in him is the most perfect thing he has ever felt in his entire life.
Kurt is sliding in and out languidly, gasping each time he bottoms out and it's so slick and amazing but Blaine wants to be fucked tonight, wants it harder and faster. He pushes back as Kurt thrusts in, forcing him deeper. Kurt gets it immediately and Blaine, fuck, he loves Kurt, and soon he can't even hold himself up with the force of Kurt's thrusts. He lays his head down on the bed, his arms splayed out above him, his ass pushed into the air, his chest heaving against the sheets. His knees are shaking and Kurt is holding him up, his hands gripped around Blaine's hips as he pounds into him.
“Blaine, Blaine,” Kurt moans and Blaine feels a sweaty hand slide around his hip and long fingers wrap around his cock, rhythmically pumping him and he's going to come soon, so soon. “Oh, Baby, not gonna last like this,” Kurt says. “You feel so good.”
Blaine doesn't even care how long it lasts at this point. He just wants to feel Kurt come, wants to feel how good it is for him. “Come in me.” And, fuck, that puts him over the edge, and he's soon thrusting, erratic, into the tightness of Kurt's hot fist and they are keening together and Blaine wants to laugh because it's like some sort of beautiful duet.
Kurt lets go of Blaine's cock and he feels his own come spread over his hip as Kurt grabs him and thrusts in as deep as he can and his voice goes so low it almost sounds like a growl. And Blaine can feel it - hot and wet and it's even better than he imagined it would be, all of those times when he had gotten off to the fantasy of this, alone in his bed under cover of darkness. Kurt slides in and out a few more times, slowly, and it's so wet now, slippery with Kurt's come.
He whimpers when Kurt pulls out, come dripping down his crack and onto his balls. Kurt pulls him gently down on the bed and wraps them together, arms and legs and chests pressed close, and Blaine feels Kurt's lips against his sweaty forehead and then his eyelids.
“Happy birthday,” Blaine manages to say. Kurt laughs and it's throaty and Blaine's cock gives a little twitch at the sound.
“Love you,” Kurt whispers against his cheek.
Blaine's lips form the words, return the sentiment, and then he's drifting under and away, losing himself to sleep.
Next
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 13500 total
Pairings/Characters: Kurt/Blaine, New Directions (especially Tina and Santana), random Warblers
Spoilers: All aired episodes? Potentially.
Warnings: Underage drinking. Drunken sex. Rimming. Barebacking. Er... I think that's it.
Summary: Kurt hosts a New Year's/Birthday costume party. Starts with the party and eventually devolves into filthy, drunken porn. As these things sometimes do.
I just realized that David did not graduate along with Wes. I'm going to pretend that he did.
~Two: Wherein the boys are drunk and damn, rum-soaked grapes are delicious~
Blaine isn't sure how he has gotten so drunk so fast. Truthfully, Blaine isn't sure he's all that drunk, but Kurt told him he is and he's learned to take Kurt's word on his state of drunkenness as fact after the last time. He groans just thinking about it and sticks his lip out.
“What are you pouting about?” Kurt asks. He is smiley and giggly and adorable and sexy and delicious. At least Blaine thinks he's delicious. It's been whole minutes and hours and days since he's had his tongue on Kurt to know for sure. Well, not actual days, but it feels like it to Blaine.
He presses his face into Kurt's neck by way of answer and takes a sniff of his collar bone. He smells good enough to eat. Blaine decides that answers the question about his level of deliciousness.
“Did you just smell me?”
“You're delicious.”
Kurt giggles and Blaine smiles against his skin. “Just don't go sniffing anyone else around here, or I'll throw you out in the snow to sober you up.”
“Why would I sniff anyone but you?” Blaine is confused. No one smells good like Kurt.
“Because Blaine plus alcohol equals... well, let's just say touchy feely. It sounds much nicer than easy or slutty. I have one of my branches fashioned into a shank in case anybody tries to get all up on you.”
Blaine rolls to the side and looks up at Kurt, eyelashes fluttering flirtatiously. “Are you protecting my virtue?”
Kurt snorts. “I seem to remember ridding you of that a couple of months ago, sweetheart.”
“Mmmm.” Blaine's eyes go far away, focusing on that glorious memory. “Not to mention a couple of hours ago. You're my favourite.”
“You're my favourite, too,” Kurt says and kisses him on the nose. Kurt is lovely. Blaine sighs happily and is pulled up to dance by Santana and Brittany.
~*~
The doorbell is chiming. Kurt goes to get it after a moment, leaving behind his primo front row seat to the hilarious Blaine and The New Directions Girls Show. Blaine's dancing is becoming more and more spastic and Kurt should probably worry about something getting broken or someone being injured, but it's too funny and Blaine too adorable for him to care.
He feels tall as he makes his way to the front door, tall and graceful, willowy. He doesn't feel the same numb discontent and vague nausea that he had when drinking the Chablis April Rhodes had given him. He feels good. The air is buzzing with electric happiness and his friends are having a good time and in a few hours he will be eighteen.
There are Warblers outside his door. And not the bird kind, the human ones. He laughs to himself and gives them a wave. “Hello, boys.”
“Kurt, what... What are you wearing?” Nick asks. He sounds shocked.
“You're one to talk. Is that a Crawford Country Day uniform?”
“Hey, Blaine said you only threatened to set us on fire if we showed up wearing Dalton uniforms, he said nothing about any other school's.”
Kurt snorts. “Oh, Nicholas, I just adore you,” he says. Nick is decked out in full school girl attire, right down to the knee socks and saddle shoes. “Did you even shave your legs?”
Now he looks embarrassed. “Well, yeah. I didn't want to look, you know, too manly.”
The assembled boys crack up laughing and Jeff pokes a plastic spear out from the back of the crowd. “To the beer!” he says in a terrible attempt at an English accent.
Kurt steps to the side and motions them all forward. Sebastian sidles up beside him on the way to the kitchen. “Well, well, look at you.” Kurt makes a disgusted face that Sebastian does not see, distracted as he is by Kurt's flimsy coverings.
“James Dean?” Kurt goes for a little bit derisive and a lot unimpressed. “How typical.”
“But you knew who I was.” Sebastian is grinning in that cocky way of his that makes Kurt want to punch him in the face. Or he does have that handy shank... “It's a shame you've got all that lumber covering you up. A real shame.”
“You're a pig and I don't like you. I'm going to go talk to my friends now.” Kurt mentally slaps himself. That insult was weak; the alcohol is hindering his snark. He also promised himself not to let Sebastian get to him tonight.
He looks over as Sebastian answers, smarmy grin still in place. “You do that. Just point me in the direction of your boyfriend first if you would.”
“I'll point you in the direction of a socket wrench upside the head,” Kurt mumbles under his breath and follows after the other Warblers.
He shows them where all of the drinks and mix are and introduces them to Puck who is lounging against the counter. “There's beer out on the back deck. Please drink it before it explodes. My brother put it out there to cool faster. He's as dumb as a box of rocks but we love him anyway.”
“You can say that again,” Puck agrees.
“Blaine!” Kurt calls into the living room, trying to be heard over the music. “Blaine! Baby, the Warblers have landed!”
“Very funny,” he hears one of them mutter.
“Dude, what do you expect?” Puck asks. “You're named after birds.”
There is a ruckus in the next room and he hears Blaine holler that he's coming. “Oh my God, look! He's covered in Kurt's green stuff!” Rachel. Kurt rolls his eyes and Puck snorts a laugh. “It's even under his clothes!”
The girls begin a chorus of ooohhhhsss amidst the laughter in the room. Blaine lets out one terrified “Aaaahhh!” before stumbling through the kitchen entryway with his pants undone and both of his shirts rucked up.
Kurt catches him before he falls and begins fixing his costume. “They molested me,” Blaine says. “They found your green paint stuff. It's all over me. I went to pee awhile ago and it's even on my --”
Kurt places a finger over Blaine's lips to shush him and Blaine sucks it into his mouth. “Baby, be good,” Kurt whispers, tucking in Blaine's shirts and buttoning his pants.
“Why are you doing my pants up? Is time going backwards? Like in rewind?”
Kurt sighs and motions with his head to the Warblers in his kitchen. Blaine looks up from where Kurt is fastening his belt and his pout transforms into a wide, toothy grin. “Hey guys!”
“Damn, Blaine, you are plas-tered,” Jeff says.
“Psshh,” Blaine says, waving his hand in the air. “I am n--” Kurt nods at him. “Oh right, I totally am. I just remembered! I don't know how, though. I didn't even drink that much.” He plops himself down on a stool and uses the ladle to fish some fruit out of the punch. “The grapes are the best,” he informs the room at large.
“Blaine, are you the one who's been eating all the fruit?” Kurt asks. It finally makes sense - he hasn't seen Blaine drink more than three glasses of punch and there hasn't been some oily creep swapping out his empties the way Sebastian had at Scandals. Blaine nods and pops another grape into his mouth.“That fruit has been soaking in rum for two days. No wonder you're wasted.”
“Kurt!” Finn is calling from the living room and he sounds panicked. Kurt sighs and downs the rest of his drink. He gives Blaine a peck on the cheek and slaps a piece of pineapple out of his hand before going to find his idiot brother.
~*~
Blaine looks sadly at the pineapple he's dropped before realizing Kurt is leaving. And his hips are swaying. And his ass... He makes grabby hands at it but Kurt keeps on leaving. Blaine thinks it would be awesome if they had some sort of psychic link so Kurt would know not to leave and take his beautiful, beautiful ass away from Blaine's waiting hands.
“I don't want him to go,” he says aloud. “But boy do I ever love watching him walk away. That is the best ass on the continent. The Northern Hemisphere. The world.” Blaine feels sleepy. He rests his head on the counter top and stares at the space Kurt has just vacated.
“I hear you, brother,” Puck says. “If I was into dudes I'd be all over Kurt like an anorexic chick on a packet of Splenda.”
Blaine shoots up in his seat. Oh, he's dizzy. Also he's shaking his head as he glares at Puck and that is so not helping and Puck has some weird glitter on his face and a star over his eye and Blaine is pretty sure he is wearing tights. “Mine,” he says.
“Chill, dude. I'm not into him. I'm just saying that I would be if that was the way the good lord made me. I'm just agreeing with you, man. I get it.”
“Totally,” Jeff agrees. “Kurt is hot.”
Blaine's friends are all nodding and saying that they wouldn't kick Kurt out of bed for eating crackers. Blaine is confused and doesn't know who he should be glaring at the hardest. “If you traitors are finished confessing your straight-boy crushes on my boyfriend, would you kindly shut up.”
His friends are laughing at him and fuck it, those grapes are really good and he is totally eating more of them. Screw sobriety.
“Just for the record,” Trent says, twirling his fake moustache. “The crush I have on your boyfriend is 100% gay.”
Blaine groans and drops his head back down on the counter. “Ow,” he says a moment later. That is probably going to leave a mark.
~*~
“Kurt, thank God!” Finn rushes over to meet him. There is a breeze blowing through the room and it reeks of beer. “It's the beer!” Of course it is.
The cans of beer that Finn had placed in the snow on the deck have exploded all over the place: the deck itself, the trees, the porch swing, it is even splattered on the french doors. Kurt sighs. “Way to go, genius,” he says.
“You don't have to be mean,” Finn whines. He looks so ridiculous with half of his Frankenteen makeup wiped off his face and one of his neck bolts hanging precariously that Kurt can't help but laugh.
“Yeah, I know. I just feel like it.”
Finn smiles crookedly and shrugs. “I thought I should maybe hose it all down but Rachel thinks that's a bad idea.”
“Unless you want to make a skating rink, Rachel's right. Did they all explode?”
Finn nods, looking sheepish. “I didn't realize what the bangs were at first.”
“Well, just leave it then. We can figure something out tomorrow. Maybe the sun will melt it a little and it won't be too hard for you to clean up.”
“Of course, bro!” Finn slaps him on the back and grins.
“And close the door, Finn. It's freezing.” Rachel smiles at him gratefully, shivering away in her Cleopatra costume.
“Kurt, come dance with us,” Rachel says. Lady Gaga has just started and Kurt is very tempted to join in but Blaine is in the kitchen and he is so beyond wasted.
“I can't. That creep Sebastian is lurking and Blaine is out of it. I should keep an eye on him. I don't trust that guy as far as you could throw him.”
“I'll go,” Tina says. “Are they in the kitchen? You dance and have fun.” She pushes Kurt into the fray before he can even say thank you and throws a wink over her shoulder as she leaves the room. Kurt is relieved. Tina is level-headed and seems fairly sober. Someone grabs his arm and pulls him forward and he's sandwiched between Mike and Brittany shaking his ass and laughing.
~*~
Thad is going on and on about how pizza is not a vegetable and every time Blaine looks away from his crazy eyes Sebastian is closer and closer. He feels claustrophobic. He wants to go outside but it's started to snow and it's cold and he doesn't know where his coat is.
“How are you doing, Blaine?” Tina's voice is sweet and clear like bells. He looks up at her - so much white and gold.
“You're pretty,” he informs her.
She laughs and that is pretty, too. “I'm going to get you a bottle of water, okay Blaine?”
“I know what your underwear looks like,” he says instead of answering her. There is a voice in his head telling him to stop talking but it's muffled and far away and he should probably just ignore it. “Kurt picked out your underwear. Kurt isn't even wearing underwear, so why am I still in this room? Underwear is a weird word.”
“Oh God, you really are trashed,” Tina says and she looks kinda worried. Blaine wants to tell her not to be; he wants to reach out and rub the little furrow between her eyebrows like his grandmother used to do to him when he was little.
“I feel like I could ask you anything right now and you would tell me the honest to God truth,” Puck says. “With none of your usual sugar-coating bullshit.”
Blaine shrugs. Seems like a good idea. Honesty is important. “Hit me.”
“No, Puck,” Tina warns. Puck mouths something that looks like later at him and Blaine lays his head back on the counter.
“How long have you been hitting that killer punch Kurt made?” Tina asks.
“I dunno. Hours. What time is it?” He looks around for a clock and sees that Sebastian is behind Tina and she is keeping him away. Blaine loves Tina. He doesn't want Kurt to be mad.
Tina opens a water bottle and hands it to him and God, it's so refreshing and Thad is still going on about the damn pizza and no, Flint, tomatoes are not vegetables. “A tomato is a fruit,” he tells them. The kitchen is obviously a breeding ground for idiots and he needs to get out of there. He looks over at Tina's smiley face and yes, he thinks, she could be his saviour. “Can we go outside? I want to see the snow.”
“Okay, let's go find coats,” she says and helps Blaine down from his stool. He is dizzier now that he's on his feet. Fresh air sounds like absolute bliss.
“No one else is invited,” he says loudly and that was probably rude. He means Sebastian, but he also doesn't want crazy Thad and his pizza conversation invading the peace and quiet of the falling snow.
The coat he finds doesn't actually belong to him. The sleeves are too long and cover most of his hands and it zips up instead of buttoning. But Blaine doesn't care as he floats along in his haze and Tina says it's alright and Tina always knows.
They end up out on the front step and the snow looks so lovely and clean and fresh. Blaine takes a big breath and sighs happily. It's a beautiful night.
“That guy was really bothering you, wasn't he?” Tina asks.
“Yeah. Kurt hates him.” Blaine can't stand the thought of Kurt's party being ruined by something that he has done. He hopes he didn't do anything. Like when he'd been dancing and it made Kurt upset when he didn't even know it at the time.
“And what about you? How do you feel about him?”
“He embarrasses me. Makes me feel the bad kind of dirty. You know, like not in the fun way. He always stares at me and smiles and... gross. Do you know that he tried to get me to cheat on Kurt? Why would I ever do that? He must be crazy. He's dirty and crazy. It doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you, he said. So trashy. Yes, Sebastian, it does bother me thank you very much.” Huh, Blaine is more upset about it than he realized.
Tina's warm hand finds Blaine's under the too-long sleeve and squeezes it. “I'm glad to hear you say that,” she says. “I wouldn't want Kurt to ever be hurt.”
The thought of someone hurting Kurt brings tears to Blaine's eyes. He loves Kurt so much. He tells Tina so.
“I love Kurt, too. He's one of my best friends.” She looks as sad as Blaine suddenly feels. She is in the same boat as he is, Blaine realizes. Mike is leaving for some far off school next year, too. And Tina and Blaine will be stuck at McKinley without them.
“Next year when we're waiting to be with them,” Blaine says, “You and me, we can be best friends.”
“Yeah we can,” she agrees and Blaine is enveloped in her soft, warm, honey-scented body as she hugs him to her. She smells like his mom and it makes him hold on extra tight.
~*~
The sweaty mass of bodies around Kurt are truly disorienting. Quite a few Warblers have left their kitchen haven and are now mingling freely with the McKinley students. He spots Jeff having a sword fight with his fellow warrior, Sam and Trent and Artie waving their arms in the air to the music next to the french doors. Even Sebastian has given up on his Blaine stalking and is lounging in a corner looking smarmy and bored. Blaine is nowhere to be found and Kurt mentally high-fives Tina. He is totally buying her those crazy boots she'd been drooling over on eBay.
Devil Quinn and Kitty Brittany are gathered around a very pleased looking Nick, admiring his uniform and feeling the smoothness of his bare thighs. Quinn throws her head back and laughs at something Brittany says and Nick watches them with his mouth hanging open in shock.
“Who's your tranny friend?” Santana asks, her eyes glaring daggers as Brittany runs a hand up under Nick's skirt.
“That's offensive, Santana,” Kurt informs her. “You've really got to stop doing that.”
“Yeah, well I don't give a single fuck at the moment,” she spits.
“Maybe you shouldn't have convinced her that it wasn't cheating if the parts were different.” Kurt knows he is putting salt in the wound, but Santana needs to learn her lesson somehow. Brittany may not be the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, but it's not okay to take advantage of that fact. Kurt still feels guilty about doing it himself, even if he hadn't actually enjoyed the results.
“Oh screw you, you superior bitch.” Santana throws back the remainder of her drink and slams the red solo cup down on the nearest surface. It's too light to have the effect she is going for. “And just so you know, if he touches her, I will cuts him.”
She storms out of the room and Kurt sighs. He thinks he prefers weepy-drunk Santana to angry-drunk Santana.
Someone grabs Kurt from behind and swings him around. He feels sloppy lips kiss the top of his head and smells beer-stink breath in his face. “Happy almost-birthday, bro!” He stumbles when Finn sets him back on his feet. “Love you!” Finn declares happily and wanders off to where Rachel is lying across Mercedes on the sofa.
Finn really is like a large, idiotic puppy dog. Kurt chuckles to himself and sips his drink, watching as he tries to snuggle in next to Rachel and Mercedes and tumbles to the floor.
“Shame Blaine wasn't around to see that cute little moment.” Kurt rolls his eyes. Sebastian is nothing if not persistent. “Do you think he would be jealous? Maybe he might want to seek out a little retribution.”
“That's my brother, you imbecile. But do keep grasping at those straws.”
Kurt walks away with his nose in the air - and who cares if it's just to stop Richard from putting that lampshade on his head? He still totally wins.
~*~
Tina is taking really long to get that new bottle of water and Blaine is starting to get cold. He thinks maybe he should go back in and find her, but the snow is falling heavier now, the flakes huge and shimmering in the streetlights, and he doesn't really want to.
He starts when the door flings open. “What are you doing out here?” Santana growls.
Blaine smiles at her. Her pointy hat thing and her makeup and her robes. She looks awesome. “Maleficent is my favourite Disney villain,” he says.
She looks up from digging through her pockets. “Bully for you.” She makes a triumphant noise when she finds what she was looking for. There is a spark and then smoke; Blaine crinkles his nose at the smell. “Guess I should have dressed as her in dragon form,” Santana says between puffs on her cigar. “Since I'm basically the dragon lady anyway.”
“Nah.” Santana looks sad and Blaine can't seem to come up with anything better to tell her. He wants to give her a hug but suspects she'll burn him with her cigar if he tries.
“Sure I am. Nobody likes me.”
“I like you.” And Blaine isn't even just saying that. Most of the time he finds her funny, and she's an amazing singer and he can see how much she loves Brittany. Anyone who can love like that is a good person in his books.
Santana snorts. “You like everyone.”
“No I don't. I only pretend to like some people.”
“Well, I only pretend to like most people so maybe we've got more in common than I thought.”
She is smiling now, and not in her usual scary way. Blaine likes it when she smiles like this. It makes him think that even in a crappy little town under miserable circumstances, people can find small moments of happiness.
She takes another slow drag on her cigar and lets the smoke billow out of her mouth in a long, thin trail. The smell is kind of soothing actually, pungent and earthy. “Can I try that?” he asks.
“Only if you're sure, Sweet 'n' Low. If your boyfriend bitches me out later you are totally taking the blame.”
Blaine smiles at her and she passes it over, warning him not to suck the smoke into his lungs. He presses it to his lips and inhales slowly. He thinks he is doing what she says but a second later he is choking while she laughs and smacks him on the back.
“It tastes like evil,” he complains once he's regained the ability to talk. The inside of his mouth feels gross as he runs his tongue along his teeth. “Blah.”
Santana's laughing loudly at him now but he doesn't even care. He likes her happy, even if it's at the expense of his throat. It's burning still and he vaguely remembers something about water. “I wanna brush my teeth,” he tells her. “We should go to Kurt's bathroom.”
“Well I gotta pee, so that works.” She puts her cigar out in the snow that has collected on the porch railing and follows Blaine inside.
The door to Kurt's bathroom has been closed all night. Kurt wants to be sure that no one defiles it in any way or gets into his stuff. Finn's bathroom is fair game since it's disgusting anyhow and he hasn't got anything in there but Old Spice, Head and Shoulders and Axe body wash.
But Blaine is sure Kurt didn't mean him when instituting the ban. Even still, he is as quiet as a mouse when he sneaks Santana in there. He doesn't want anyone to follow after them and use the room to puke in after they leave or anything.
Blaine hops up on the counter once they've shut themselves inside and sprays Kurt's cologne into the air just to smell him.
Santana checks her makeup in the mirror. “So, you having fun? Why were you hanging out in the snow anyway?”
“I just needed some air. The party's great but...” Too many people. Not enough Kurt. Blaine misses Kurt badly. He feels like he hasn't seen him in hours. “I kinda wish everyone would just clear out and leave me and Kurt.” He picks up a jar of Kurt's moisturizer and screws off the lid.
“And what would you do with Kurt in that naughty little outfit of his and an empty house?” Santana's eyebrow is cocked knowingly and Blaine grins at her.
“Have lots and lots of dirty sex.”
She grins at his reflection in the mirror and fishes a tube of lipstick out of her pocket. “Is that something you do often?”
“Whenever we get the chance. Like earlier today...” Blaine watches her reapply her lipstick for a moment. Something feels weird. He should shut up. “I probably shouldn't tell you about that.”
“Is that why you're covered in green stuff and glitter?”
Blaine's eyes lose focus, staring into the jar of cream. He's back between Kurt's thighs with Kurt between his and he's in that moment when he'd been about to come but knew he had to keep going so Kurt could get off with him... “I'd be covered in a lot more if I hadn't swallowed... Did I just say that out loud?” Oops.
Santana throws her head back; her laughter is loud and high pitched. “I'm gonna pee in front of you now, Don Juan,” she says.
“Whatever,” Blaine agrees. “I won't look.”
“Such a gentleman.”
He roots around in Kurt's medicine cabinet and finds his toothbrush. His mouth still tastes of ash and he should probably do something about that.
“Using your boyfriend's toothbrush?” Santana asks while washing her hands. “How adorable.”
“Nope, it's mine. I've got my own toothbrush in Kurt's bathroom.” He can't stop smiling about it. Every time he uses it it makes him ridiculously happy. “He bought it for me.”
“Might as well be an engagement ring the way you're carrying on.”
“Yep,” Blaine agrees, even if she is just being facetious. “Almost as good.”
Santana looks through Kurt's cosmetics while Blaine brushes his teeth. “I have to pee now,” he says once he's finished, his words muffled as he wipes his mouth on a towel.
“Do what you gots ta,” Santana says. She's found an eyeliner she seems to like and is trying it out.
Blaine stumbles a little getting his pants down and doesn't bother trying to pull them back up around his ass once they've slipped. He may have bothered if he had known Santana was watching him in the mirror. “That is some serious ass you've got goin' on back there. Where have you been hiding that?”
And Blaine nearly pees on the floor.
~*~
“I kind of lost Blaine.” Kurt is watching Tina's guilty expression, trying to make sense of her words. How could she have lost Blaine? It's not like the house is that big and that bastard Sebastian is over in the corner trying to chat up Sam. Kurt feels somewhat vindicated that he isn't the only one with wonky gaydar when it comes to Sam. He makes his please clarify face and waits patiently.
“We were outside and I came in to get him some water. When I went back out he was gone.”
“Oh God.” Now is the time to panic. Blaine could be anywhere. He is seriously impaired and it's storming outside. And Blaine is like a toddler when it comes to snow. Kurt is about to gather up the more sober of his friends to form a search party when Blaine wanders in to the room with Santana and gives Kurt a dopey grin.
“Kurt, I haven't seen you in forever!” he says and buries his face in Kurt's neck. He smells like smoke and toothpaste and Kurt's favourite cologne. “I almost forgot how hot you look.”
“Why are you so minty fresh, Babe?”
“Brushed my teeth. Santana's cigars are the devil.”
“Way to tattle on me, Bubble Butt. Seriously. It was all his idea. And he only had, like, one puff before choking his ass off.”
“It's true.” Blaine looks proud of himself for this fact. “My throat is still on fire.”
Tina passes Blaine the bottle of water she had gone to find for him and he kisses her on the cheek. “You are truly a Goddess,” he says.
“These two ladies here are my new best friends,” Blaine tells Kurt and Kurt can't help but laugh because his stupid, drunk boyfriend really is the most adorable thing ever.
“You have very discerning taste,” Kurt tells him and Tina and Santana kiss Kurt on either cheek.
“Yay!” Blaine yells. “Let's all dance together!”
And that is how Kurt ends up slow motion grinding to some ridiculous country song about tractors or cabbages or both together, he isn't really sure. And really, who the hell took control of the music while he was mid-panic attack over his possibly missing boyfriend anyway?
But Blaine's got his hands on Kurt's hips and Tina is doing the robot in front of him and Santana, Kurt's pretty sure she is smacking Blaine on the ass because she keeps going on about it being so round while Blaine buries his warm face in the back of Kurt's neck and giggles. Who cares what sort of crappy music is playing? This is the first and last time that Kurt Hummel will ever think such a thing, he tells himself. Because tractors? Really?
~*~
Blaine truly believes, maybe for the first time ever, that New Year's Eve really is the start of something new and potentially wonderful. Everywhere he looks in the room people are smiling and laughing - his friends, Kurt's friends, their friends. Because they totally have the same friends now and that is amazing. Finn and Rachel are being cuddly and adorable and Santana is slow dancing with Brittany and Tina is teaching Quinn and Jeff how to do the robot and Mercedes just pulled Sam away from Sebastian with a divalicious “I do not think so, man whore”. And everyone is laughing at that, even Sebastian. See, maybe the magic of the new year can make even Sebastian a good guy. Blaine decides to tell Kurt so and Kurt snorts and pulls Blaine into his lap and score! because that is Blaine's favourite place in all the world.
The doorbell is chiming and Finn leaves the room to get it and shit, Blaine really hopes it isn't the cops. He tries to hide his punch behind his back just in case.
But it isn't the cops. It's Blaine's friends. Wes and David come into the living room behind Finn dressed in Gryffindor and Slytherin robes.
“Kurt!” Blaine says. “Look, it's Wes and David. It's a surprise!”
“I know, Baby. It's my surprise for you. I called and invited them.”
And God, Blaine really loves Kurt. He hasn't complained about missing Wes and David but he really, really has and Kurt just knows. Kurt always knows when it comes to Blaine and that makes him the best boyfriend of all time. Even now, as Blaine is struggling to get up off of Kurt's lap, Kurt pushes him up by the butt and steadies him so that he doesn't stumble.
“Guys!” Blaine says and hugs them both. “I've missed you so much,” he mumbles into David's green and silver tie. The other Warblers gather round to say hello to their former leaders and Kurt makes a crack about Wes and David being sorted into the wrong houses and how they should trade and Wes makes an angry face at him while David laughs.
The conversation drifts to music and the two groups' recent performances, as Wes and David have been out of the loop. Rachel wanders over and watches them all with a haughty air and clears her throat several times before Kurt asks her what it is that she wants.
“I just want to say that I think it's lovely how two rival glee clubs can be such good friends and talk so openly about their inner workings.” She pauses for a moment and looks around and Blaine is about to start talking to David about how he and Kurt killed that P!ink number when she starts again.
“Even though Regionals is very soon and they could potentially be trying to steal our set list.” She is making her crazy eyes that Kurt sometimes mocks when he's in a silly or mean sort of mood and Blaine wants to laugh but his Warbler friends look so uncomfortable suddenly and that's not cool. They are all here to celebrate the New Year and mostly to celebrate the amazingness of Kurt. There is no room for show choir rivalries when celebrating Kurt.
“Rachel --” Blaine starts, exasperated. He can't just let her be all crazy at his friends.
“It's not our set list they're attempting to steal,” Kurt tells her with a disgusted look at Sebastian who is right there standing next to Blaine and when the hell did that happen? “They haven't got a chance at either but yet here they are. Not you, of course,” he says to the other Warblers and they try to hide their smiles.
“Oh, I wouldn't say I haven't got a chance,” Sebastian says and he gives Blaine one of those creepy smiles like he does and ew, Blaine just can't with this guy. What does he have to do before he'll take the hint?
Maybe he needs to be more like Kurt. Blunt. Blaine huffs a laugh. “I would,” he says and crawls back onto Kurt's lap.
“I love you,” Kurt whispers in his ear and there is just so much in his voice that Blaine can't even form any sort of response. He wishes he had chosen blunt so much earlier and wonders at the relief he can see on Kurt's face. Had he been seriously worried? Blaine needs to tell Kurt, show him how much he means to him. He is everything. He will always be everything.
“Come dance with me,” Blaine says. Something slow is playing and he wants nothing more than to be wrapped up in Kurt's body, swaying to the gentle rhythm.
They're still entwined on the dance floor when Quinn begins passing around glasses of champagne and soon everyone is gathered together with the people they love and Puck begins the countdown at twenty five.
“7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... Happy New Year!!!” There are kazoos blowing and streamers and balloons in the air and everyone is laughing and there are lips on Blaine's for the first time ever at the start of a brand new year. Kurt is so warm wrapped around him; his mouth tastes sweet like the punch and Blaine can feel his eyelashes fluttering against his cheek as he turns his head to deepen their kiss. Kurt pulls back with a laugh and his eyes are sparkling and almost all of the green stuff has been rubbed off of his lips. He is so beautiful and Blaine loves him and wants to tell him so but they are surrounded by chaos on all sides and Kurt can't hear him when he tries.
Rachel is trying and failing to coax the room into a impromptu performance of Auld Lang Syne and Kurt is laughing into Blaine's neck and everything is happiness and champagne and love when someone yells, “Happy birthday, Kurt!” And suddenly there are bodies, bodies and the arms attached to them trying to pull them apart and no way. Blaine hangs on tight and they are both in the air and being hugged sideways and forwards and backwards and Blaine holds on to Kurt's hand with everything that he has.
This is the best night of my life, Blaine thinks. He is surrounded by everyone he loves and Kurt is smiling and laughing and then they are kissing while being held up by the boys and their friends are cheering them on. How could anything be better than this?
~*~
After the ruckus dies down Blaine takes Kurt's hand in his and leads him away from the other revellers. He looks almost shy, a tiny smile curling the corners of his mouth and Kurt feels such love in that moment that it makes his heart pick up speed.
They wander down the hall and Blaine stops him outside the closed door of the master bedroom. “Is it okay if we go in there?” he asks, titling his chin towards Kurt's parents' bedroom. “Just on the balcony.”
Kurt nods and uses the hand not enclosed in Blaine's to turn the doorknob. “It's going to be cold,” he warns and Blaine looks bashful.
“I want to kiss you in the snow,” he says. “Like in a movie.”
And how can Kurt say no to that? He wonders whatever happened to the Blaine who thought serenading boys in mediocre clothing stores with entirely inappropriate songs was the height of romance. This Blaine, his Blaine is the most romantic guy he knows. Every gesture, every day it just keeps getting better and better.
The snow is still falling steadily, the flakes big and fluffy and shimmering in the lights from the back yard. Blaine leans forward, upper body over the railing and catches a flake on his tongue. He giggles as he turns around, his tongue out to show Kurt his prize as it dissolves away from the heat of his breath. There are more snowflakes caught in his long eyelashes and one falls down onto his cheekbone as he blinks up at Kurt. Kurt lifts a finger to follow its trail as it melts over Blaine's warm skin.
“You're beautiful,” Kurt says. “So beautiful.”
“That's supposed to be my line,” Blaine tells him, his voice quiet and raspy. He pulls Kurt forward and locks their lips together just as the wind picks up and sends the fallen snow whirling around them. Blaine giggles again, trying to shield Kurt's face from the snow. “That was supposed to happen,” he says. “It was in the script.”
And they're kissing again, closer and deeper and wet and desperate. Kurt is soon clawing at Blaine's jacket and shirts and Blaine is moaning into his mouth. “I'm done with the party,” Blaine gasps against Kurt's throat. “So done.”
“Uh huh,” Kurt agrees. “My room. Bed. Wall. Floor. Somewhere.”
~*~
Blaine's freezing hands and mouth and tongue are all over Kurt the second they reach his room.
“Hang on,” Kurt gasps and Blaine steps back immediately. He has learned his lesson on that front. I've never felt less like being intimate with someone and either you can't tell or you just don't care. The words are burned into his brain. He would rather be boiled in hot oil than to ever make Kurt feel that way about him again. “I've just got to take these contacts out.”
“But I love the contacts,” Blaine whines. “They're so hot. They've been making me so horny all night, every time you look at me.”
Kurt laughs, watching Blaine in the mirror. “Everything has been making you horny all night, you drunken buffoon.”
“Hey, you're drunk too!”
“Mmmhmm,” Kurt agrees. “That I most certainly am.” Blaine is far less saddened by the loss of the contacts when he sees Kurt's own sea-storm eyes shining at him from beneath perfectly arched brows.
“Now where were we?”
It isn't long before they're naked on the bed. Blaine is in heaven, peeling off Kurt's costume and running his mouth everywhere and he can hear the party still carrying on in the distance, muffled by the walls, strange and garbled like he's hearing it from under water. Kurt is mewling and pushing his hips forward and all Blaine wants in the entire world is Kurt's cock right now.
Kurt whines as Blaine pulls away. He rolls over and crawls up on all fours and Kurt is behind him, running soft hands over Blaine's chest and wet lips over his back. “Like this,” he tells Kurt. “Just like this.”
The lube is cold at first, making him flinch away from Kurt's slender fingers on instinct. Kurt apologizes with a giggle and a kiss to the small of Blaine's back, and when his fingers return to Blaine's ass they are nice and warm and slippery. Blaine wants more right away; one is never enough. He never feels satisfied until he is pushing back, fucking himself on three of Kurt's fingers and waiting, impatient for what's to come. This sensation, this wanting is not new, though everything feels different tonight, like he is floating and in his body both at once. Also he feels hungry and that is just odd.
“What smells like Skittles?”
Kurt laughs. “It's flavoured lube. It's the first bottle I grabbed.”
“What's it taste like?” Kurt leans forward and licks a strip of skin next to where his fingers are pumping in and out of Blaine's ass and Blaine gasps because oh, that was amazing. “Oh God, do that again,” he pleads. There is a silent moment, Kurt's fingers have stopped opening him up and he is just sitting there behind Blaine with his feet tucked under him and Blaine is worried that he has freaked Kurt out. It's not something they've ever even discussed before, let alone done, and maybe Kurt is repulsed by the very idea. He pulls his fingers out and Blaine feels something akin to panic fluttering in his stomach. He opens his mouth to say something, apologize, but he's at a loss for words.
But then he feels hot breath and the swipe of Kurt's tongue from his balls all the way up the crack of his ass and he can't stop the guttural sound that leaves his mouth. It's soft and wet and it tingles and feels so fucking good. And Kurt's tongue is there again, teasing him, flicking lightly over his hole and fuck, he grasps the base of his cock so he doesn't come. Kurt's hands slide up and hold his cheeks apart. Someone is repeating yes, yes amidst broken moans and Blaine realizes that it's him. And Kurt's face is pressed up against his ass and his tongue is inside, firm and wet, and Blaine feels like he's going to die and in the very best of ways.
“Oh God, yes. Fuck me with your tongue,” Blaine whimpers and Kurt holds his ass cheeks in a hard grip as he thrusts his tongue in and out. It's so good, so good, but Blaine wants more, needs more. “In me, please. Kurt. In, in.” And Kurt removes his perfect tongue and there is lube and saliva all over Blaine's ass and dripping down onto his balls and he feels like crying.
Kurt leans over for a condom and Blaine's reaches a hand out to stop him. “Can we... ? It's safe. I just...” He just really wants Kurt bare against him. Really wants to feel him. Really wants to feel it when he comes.
“It's gonna be messy, Babe,” Kurt says and he's already lubing up his bare cock and it smells like Skittles and God, Blaine really, really wants it messy.
“Good,” he moans as Kurt presses the tip of his cock against his hole. “Want your come.” But Kurt is only teasing him, rubbing against his ass, one hand stroking Blaine's cock so lightly it's barely a touch. “In, in,” Blaine whines again. He feels so desperate, so needy and then Kurt is pushing inside and Blaine sobs brokenly, so full and the stretch and Kurt's cock in him is the most perfect thing he has ever felt in his entire life.
Kurt is sliding in and out languidly, gasping each time he bottoms out and it's so slick and amazing but Blaine wants to be fucked tonight, wants it harder and faster. He pushes back as Kurt thrusts in, forcing him deeper. Kurt gets it immediately and Blaine, fuck, he loves Kurt, and soon he can't even hold himself up with the force of Kurt's thrusts. He lays his head down on the bed, his arms splayed out above him, his ass pushed into the air, his chest heaving against the sheets. His knees are shaking and Kurt is holding him up, his hands gripped around Blaine's hips as he pounds into him.
“Blaine, Blaine,” Kurt moans and Blaine feels a sweaty hand slide around his hip and long fingers wrap around his cock, rhythmically pumping him and he's going to come soon, so soon. “Oh, Baby, not gonna last like this,” Kurt says. “You feel so good.”
Blaine doesn't even care how long it lasts at this point. He just wants to feel Kurt come, wants to feel how good it is for him. “Come in me.” And, fuck, that puts him over the edge, and he's soon thrusting, erratic, into the tightness of Kurt's hot fist and they are keening together and Blaine wants to laugh because it's like some sort of beautiful duet.
Kurt lets go of Blaine's cock and he feels his own come spread over his hip as Kurt grabs him and thrusts in as deep as he can and his voice goes so low it almost sounds like a growl. And Blaine can feel it - hot and wet and it's even better than he imagined it would be, all of those times when he had gotten off to the fantasy of this, alone in his bed under cover of darkness. Kurt slides in and out a few more times, slowly, and it's so wet now, slippery with Kurt's come.
He whimpers when Kurt pulls out, come dripping down his crack and onto his balls. Kurt pulls him gently down on the bed and wraps them together, arms and legs and chests pressed close, and Blaine feels Kurt's lips against his sweaty forehead and then his eyelids.
“Happy birthday,” Blaine manages to say. Kurt laughs and it's throaty and Blaine's cock gives a little twitch at the sound.
“Love you,” Kurt whispers against his cheek.
Blaine's lips form the words, return the sentiment, and then he's drifting under and away, losing himself to sleep.
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