oh no absolutely, that’s fine I completely agree with you.
I mean those boys had been through so fucking much that episode, so much stress and things that they shouldn’t have to deal with.And in my head that was when their first fight took place, somewhere between Dave and Regionals, and Kurt was all silent and pulling away from Blaine and hardly speaking and not kissing or touching him and retreating inside himself because it was all too much and Blaine didn’t know what to do, not at all. And he was angry and sad and frustrated and shouting and crying and they were both such a mess and their proper, real screaming match at each other at Kurt’s house and Blaine refusing to leave and wanting to talk this out until Kurt kicked him out and slammed the door and slid down it until he was curled on the floor just crying and numb and empty and he doesn’t know what to do
but then they win, and Regionals isn’t ever going to make anything better, in the scheme of things it’s just a stupid singing competition but somewhere amid the performances something changes and Blaine’s still trying to make him smile and sitting beside him and teasing him about vampires, as though their fight had never happened and as soon as they’re off stage and they’ve won he grabs Blaine’s hand and drags him from the auditorium and Blaine just follows like he always does, and he pulls him into a classroom and slams Blaine against the desk, crawling on top of him, and Kurt’s biting and pulling his hair and gripping him so tight that Blaine can barely breathe but Blaine knows why
because the world sucks, it really does and nothing is ever going to last or work out the way you meant it to, and stupid awful painful things happen every day and sometimes you’re unlucky enough for them to happen to you
but even in the midst of it, somewhere mixed in to the pain and the tears, there are things as stupid as winning a singing competition, things as silly as being in love.
and loving and holding and kissing each other until it hurts and there’s nail raking into skin and dragging shirts up and off, it doesn’t change anything or make it all better. but it makes it manageable, just to be reminded sometimes that no matter how bad everything gets, you have someone to hold on to. someone who will hold you back.
so if we ever got a Klaine bedroom scene of them being adorable and in pajamas I’d want them sitting opposite each other, with crossed legs and holding hands in between and they’re just talking and laughing about inconsequential things and then Kurt says something about “do you remember the first time you slept over here?” and Blaine says no and blushes and looks down because he’s never going to live Rachel’s party down, but Kurt’s smiling and pulling his head up by the chin and suddenly his voice is deeper and throaty and he’s saying “well what about the last time” and Blaine grins and raises his eyebrows and leans in until their faces are close and says “well I definitely remember that” and then Kurt’s blushing and they can’t stop smiling and kissing and they fall back onto the covers with Blaine pushing Kurt deeper into the pillows
ugh I SO want to eventual Klaine proposal to be kind of like the Chandler/Monica one, and maybe they have a massive blowout just before and they’re both planning to do it but it keeps going wrong and they keep arguing and missing each other, and there’s exes and ring cockups and miss-communications for days
and finally Rachel and Finn can’t stand it any more and they plan it all out and grab Blaine and force him through the door into their house, and Kurt is there with candles and he’s in sweatpants and one of Blaine’s shirts and looks barely put together but he’s determined to do this now before something else can go wrong, and he tries and has a whole speech planned out and rehearsed but the way Blaine’s looking at him, he just can’t take it and they’ve been through a lot together and he’s never once doubted Blaine’s love for him, but in those few moments in the dark and the candles he’s never felt more loved and never believed in them more
and his voice catches and he starts to cry and tries to carry on, but then Blaine is rushing forward and grabbing his hands and saying the same things and how they love each other, whispering about soulmates and better halves and they both have rings and get them out at the same time and laugh through their tears
and Kurt says, “Blaine Anderson, will you do me the honour of being my husband?”
and Blaine says, “Only if you’ll do me the privilege of being mine.”
“Micheal Buble, Blaine, really?”
Blaine didn’t look up from his textbook, shrugging as he turned a page.
“What? I like him.”
“It’s not even the original, Blaine. And you know nothing beats the Peggy Lee classic.”
Blaine looked up with a grin, raising one eyebrow in a way that made Kurt’s stomach tighten slightly, and he sat up straighter against the pillows.
“Is that a challenge?”
He choked a laugh, “no Blaine, it’s not a challenge, god.”
“Are you saying that in the throes of passion you’d rather have Peggy Lee’s voice in your ears, rather than Michael’s?”
Kurt choked in exasperation, rolling his eyes and dropping his books off his lap, folding his arms over his waist and glaring in mock outrage.
“Are we really having this conversation? Of course I don’t want Peggy Lee crooning sweet nothings in my ear while I –”
“While you what, Kurt?”
Blaine’s eyes had darkened as he shifted onto all fours, crawling up the sheets until he was poised over Kurt’s body.
“While you what?”
His voice dropped to a low whisper, the words ghosting over Kurt’s hair as he leaned in a fraction, chasing the warmth of his body.
“I don’t remember,” Kurt said, his voice suddenly hoarse and he whined as Blaine pulled away, taking the ipod from his loose fingers and plugging it into the dock beside his bed.
“What are you –”
Never know how much I love you, never know how much I care
Kurt didn’t have time to roll his eyes again before Blaine was back over him, dragging him down the sheets and pinning him between his thighs.
His lips ran along the length of Kurt’s throat and he pushed his head back to bare more skin as Blaine’s mouth moved over him, and he was singing the words in a deep, hitching growl that reverberated right through Kurt’s body and had him arching upwards to press their bodies together.
You give me fever when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight, fever in the morning, Fever all through the night.
His voice was all Kurt could hear, deep and soft and hot against his skin, and Kurt could feel each breath hitching hard in his chest, one leg clamping itself around Blaine’s thigh as he tugged their hips together, grasping the cotton of his shirt to rumple up his back.
What a lovely way to burn
He wasn’t kissing him, evading Kurt’s lips as he sang and moved lower to brush along his collarbone and tease the buttons with his teeth, and Kurt was gasping and rutting slowly against his thigh in a lazy, burning motion that built up through his stomach.
What a lovely way to burn
Kurt cupped Blaine’ face with frantic hands and wrenched him upwards, kissing him deep and fierce and desperate, and Blaine growled deep within his chest, pushing Kurt deeper into the bed and letting his weight fall heavy over Kurt’s body. One hand gripped the thigh around his waist, tugging it closer and pressing harder.
I CAN SEE WHAT’S HAPPENING
AND THEY DON’T HAVE A CLUE
Kurt choked, biting Blaine’s lip in shock and he moaned, thrusting harder against Kurt’s leg until he forced him away, holding him at a safe distance and raising both his eyebrows.
“Is this,” he said incredulously, “The Lion King soundtrack?”
Blaine blushed, his already red cheeks staining down his neck and dropped his gaze away from Kurt’s face to stare at the covers.
Kurt spluttered unattractively for a moment, before pushing Blaine off completely.
“Okay, Michael Buble I can handle, but we’re not having sex with the cartoon meerkat of my childhood singing in the background.”
I want to see them get out of the pool, and they’re on the side and Kurt stretches his arms up and he’s soaked through with his shirt sticking too him and Blaine’s watching him out of the corner of his eye because somehow that’s almost as good as seeing Kurt naked. seeing him wet and shining, with muscles and stomach and nipples just visible through the shining wet of his swimsuit, with the shorts clinging and stuck to his legs and water sliding its way down his throat, over his collarbone, down under the collar of the shirt and Blaine’s mouth is dry and he swallows and can’t stop staring
he catches Kurt’s arm as they move away and whispers how chlorine really isn’t good for your skin, and Kurt smiles and says well then I suppose I’d better shower to get it all off, and I suppose you’d better come too just to make sure i’m thorough enough
So I want a parallel to Sexy, that has ND talking about their sex appeal or s/t, and Kurt says something that has Santana rolling her eyes and saying “Please, your twelve year old milkmaid look basically SCREAMS virgin, what do you know about sex appeal?”
And Kurt gives her a massive bitchface while Blaine is all “I happen to think Kurt’s very sexy” and the rest of them just kind of ignore him and look uncomfortable
so the next day Kurt tuns up for the assignment, and he’s head to toe in black and leather and boots, with his eyes all dark and his hair all spiky everywhere
and he grabs a chair and pulls it to the front and winks at Blaine and sings For Your Entertainment, complete with chair straddling and his hands running down his body and tangling in his hair, throwing his head back and growling and moaning and rocking his hips and if it was possible to have sex with a song he’s doing it
and when it’s over everyone’s staring and Blaine’s flushed and red and Puck’s mouth is hanging open and Finn’s hiding his eyes because “dude you’re my brother!”
then Puck gets up and high fives him and is all “damn Hummel!” and Kurt just shrugs and sits beside Blaine looking all smug, and he pulls him in to whisper, “You get a private show later,”
and Blaine grins and replies “can I take the place of the chair this time?”
so I want Sebastian to kiss Blaine, in a deserted hallway and he’s got him backed against the wall or some lockers and is full on going for it, and Blaine’s frozen in shock for just a moment, and Kurt rounds the corridor and freezes because what no why
and then Blaine pushes him away, hard and as far as he can and he’s angry, like really angry like locker room angry and he’s wiping his lips and Sebastian’s smiling and like “come on Blaine, I know you want me” and “your boyfriend’s nothing, you’re never going to last when he leaves so why bother trying?”
but Blaine’s shaking his head and standing up straight and his jaw is set, and he’s angry at Sebastian and for being so naive and actually thinking he was harmless, but he’s slowly realizing something
“Sebastian, you’re the one who’s nothing. You’re nothing to me, and you always will be. And Kurt’s my everything.”
“Kurt’s my forever.”
and Kurt comes running and he hadn’t moved but suddenly he’s hurtling down the hall and straight into Blaine’s arms and whispering how much he loves him over and over and kissing him all over his face and clutching him
and then Kurt turns to Sebastian and raises an eyebrow and glares and Sebastian’s smile fades and he looks actually scared
then Kurt punches him, like full on and so hard Sebastian stumbles and falls and is on the floor with a bloody nose
“that’s for kissing my boyfriend you bitch.”
so Blaine turns up on Kurt’s doorstep one Saturday morning and Kurt’s been vague about plans because it’s the fifteenth, and it’s always this weekend that he decorates the house and he’s evasive and shy and Blaine’s wondering what’s wrong
so he turns up and Kurt’s got decorations and holly and mistletoe and pine cones every where, and there’s stars and baubles scattered all over the house, and Kurt’s wearing sweatpants and a shirt that Blaine thinks might be his and there’s a strange expression on his face
and he’s shocked but he stands back and lets Blaine in silently, leaning into him when Blaine kisses the corner of his mouth
because every second Saturday of December since Kurt can remember, was the one his mother put aside to decorate their tree, and he’s done it alone ever since
and Blaine doesn’t want to intrude because a photo of Elizabeth Hummel is lying on the coffee table, where it isn’t usually and Kurt has old Christmas records playing and the house is deserted and smells like gingerbread and Blaine doesn’t know what to do
because this is the kind of sadness that he cant just kiss away, because it’s too deep ingrained in Kurt’s heart and it’s grown with him and he’s learned how to be happy around the sadness, and it’s been ten years and he’s brushing his fingers over the same glass decorations his mother did
but Kurt turns and holds out his hand and pulls Blaine up and he looks tired but he’s smiling and he presses a decoration into Blaine’s hands and says “go for a casual symmetry, but don’t try to hard.”
and Blaine’s smiling and Kurt’s smiling back and he’s sad but he’s happy, and he lets Blaine spin him to the sound of the crackling records and lets him steal gingerbread when it’s still hot and he kisses his mouth where it was too hot even though Kurt warned him
“I didn’t have to stay you know.”
“No. It was nice. I haven’t had anyone to decorate the house with for a while.”
“Well now you’ve got me. And I’m not going anywhere.”
Ugh but Kurt is is suspenders in that Christmas episode still and I bet Blaine’s mouth went dry when he first saw them, and his eyes followed the way they stretched taught over his stomach and shoulders.
And he likes them because he can pull Kurt forward to kiss him, and Kurt tries to hold back but trips forwards onto Blaine’s mouth anyway, laughing as Blaine’s hands close around the suspenders and run up and over them, tracing down over where they lie against Kurt’s back.
Can they show Kurt and Blaine having a serious discussion about their future at some point in the season, and it starts all relaxed and maybe Kurt’s lying on Blaine’s bed again and Blaine’s next to him or he’s working or dancing
And then Kurt just blurts it all out because he’s worried that Blaine won’t wait for him and he doesn’t want them to be stuck on each other, jealous and lonely and losing contact and they’ve always been so fucking sure they would be okay, that they would stick together but he’s worried about NYADA and moving away or being stuck in Lima, and he’s stressed and what if Blaine doesn’t want him anymore?
Blaine just pauses and looks at Kurt like he’s crazy, and shakes his head and says something stupid and cheesy and “you’re the only one for me Kurt,” and “we’ve got forever” and “there’s never going to be anyone else”
And Kurt kneels on his bed and grabs the front of Blaine’s shirt and pulls him down, rolling him over and pinning him down, straddling him and they sing Sixteen Going on Seventeen, and they roll on his bed and kiss and Kurt is all flirty and Blaine acts all coy and blushes and they crawl across the covers to each other and tackle each other down, holding by the wrists and kissing across their cheeks
When they finish they’re panting and laughing and tangled half together on his bed and they don’t say anything but their fingers are linked at they look at each other and smile and they haven’t solved anything or decided anything, but they just know whatever happens that they’re going to be okay
So Chris and Darren have movie nights where they work their way through every stupid film that everyone has to see at least once in their life, while eating their body weight in take out and one night they’re watching The Notebook and Chris comments that he’s never been kissed in the rain.
And Darren is shocked but Chris just shrugs like “well I had a hard enough time growing up getting people to talk to me. Getting them to kiss me was pretty much a no go,” and he’s never been kissed on Valentines Day or New Years Eve or under the mistletoe and Darren knows Chris has had a few guys and he’s definitely not some innocent virgin but he just can’t understand how Chris of all people is missing out on the stupidly essential romantic parts of a relationship
So it starts on set and they’re filming the Christmas episode and Darren searches everywhere to try and find real mistletoe because he’s doing this thing properly dammit, and he pulls Chris around a corner and holds it up and kisses him just once, softly and gentler than anything they’ve ever done as Kurt and Blaine and Chris’s eyes are closed when Darren pulls away with a shrug and a smile
And he doesn’t stop there and Chris starts to see it coming, and Darren finds him at the New Years party when they’re tipsy and maybe the kiss lingers for just a little too long and too wet, and they press too hard against each other
He pulls Chris out into a rainstorm in January and spins him around the parking lot until they’re laughing and then he kisses him harder, clutching their soaking bodies together until it’s almost skin on skin and Chris tastes like rain
On Valentines Day there’s chocolates and roses and stupid teddies with hearts and Chris rolls his eyes and lets Darren cover his eyes and push a chocolate between his lips with his own mouth, lingering until all traces have been licked away
And then it’s March and Chris can’t think of anything romantic, particularly and Darren’s been distant and awkward and so not Darren that it’s making Chris edgy and he won’t talk to him, and Chris just doesn’t understand
The Darren turns up at his trailer door, half in costume but with damp curly hair and he’s half Blaine and half Darren, and his face is determined and before Chris can even say anything Darren tugs him forwards and kisses him so gently and sweetly, brushing their lips and tongues together so softly that Chris lets out a quiet oh as they part
“What big romantic event was that even for?”
“It wasn’t. That was just for me.”
So Darren’s backstage at Trevor Live and he’s walking down the corridor all innocent and unsuspecting and waiting to go on stage and sing and then a hand grabs his tie and yanks him into the toilets and presses him against the closed door
And then Chris is kissing down his throat and raking his hands through Darren’s hair, twisting and pulling and wrenching his head backwards, pulling Darren’s collar and tie open with his teeth and biting against his collar bone
Darren bucks his hips and Chris presses a thigh between his for him to rut against, pushing two fingers into Darren’s mouth to muffle his moans because fuck Darren’s always so fucking vocal and they can hear people walking past not two feet away and Darren’s biting his fingers and sucking and rubbing his tongue around them until Chris groans into his neck, mouth running wet and slippery up to suck under his ear, thumbs pressing into the back of his neck and fingers still curled into his hair.
“I missed you.”
Darren makes a noise around his hand that might be Chris or might be fuck and he grabs Chris’s face, kissing his once, hard and messy and biting his lips and pulling their bodies flush together for only a second, and then he hears Dianna’s voice saying his name on stage and Chris whimpers desperately into his mouth before pulling away
“Go get them rock star,” he says with a wink and Darren grins and rubs his thumb across Chris’s lips for just a second, Chris leaning into the touch before he vanishes out of the door and onto the stage
And thus the mystery of Darren’s crazy hair during It’s Not Unusual was solved.
In my head Blaine’s giving Kurt a vibrating cock ring, and he pulls him into the boys toilets and fists his hand into Kurt’s jacket, smashing their mouths together so hard they crash against the wall and into a stall tripping over each others feet.
And then Blaine puts it on him and winks and it’s the kind that has a remote so Blaine can turn it on and control the vibrations from across the room and at first he doesn’t do anything and Kurt is half hard and tingling and nervous and he’s flushed but Blaine just looks at him and smiles and kisses his cheek
Then they’re in the library, or working on group work in class and Kurt has to keep quiet and the vibrations are muffled by low speaking and his hand is gripping his pen until the plastic cracks and he’s sweating and blushing and his toes are curling inside his shoes and he’s building up and up and Blaine’s just watching him from across the room, holding his gaze with eyes all deep and dark
But he doesn’t let him come and he switches it off and Kurt has to bite back a whimper and he’s thrusting at the air and desperate and people are giving him strange looks and he’s shaking until he can barely think straight
And Blaine brings him to the brink over and over, letting Kurt teeter and muffle his moans into the back of his hand, watching his eyes flutter closed across the room and his fingers dig deep into the chair or table edge
They go home and Kurt’s desperate and kissing Blaine hard and wet and messy and rutting against him and he’s so close and so fucking hard and he’s been so ready all day, but Blaine pulls away and kisses his forehead and goes to the door saying one thing
“don’t touch yourself.”
And Kurt holds off. Barely.
He’s burning and aching and frustrated and tugging at his hair and scraping his fingernails over his nipples and writhing, sweaty and dissatisfied in his own bed sheets but he won’t touch himself, he just won’t
Blaine knows the next morning when they meet early at the lockers, when Kurt’s wild eyed and his hair is messy and his eyes dark, and he drags Blaine into the auditorium and it’s dark and echoing and the doors don’t really lock, and they can hear the crowds moving past them but neither of them care because Blaine has spent the night tossing and turning too, and rubbing his palm over his cock through his pajama pants but going no further
They collapse onto the floor and rut hard against each other, grinding into each other’s hands over their clothes and they’ve been having sex for a while now and it seems like it’s been ages since it was just this, just want and lust and each other, and that burning ache that seemed to flame with the need to touch each other
They skip the rest of the day, and Blaine nearly crashes three times on the way to his house when Kurt’s hand rubs against his erection, and when they make it to his house it’s just quicker to scramble onto the back seats than try and get inside
Besides, they’ve got all day.
remember when it was Halloween though, and Chris and Darren were at the same party, drunk and dressed up and stupid. And remember how Darren has always been that guy who “kisses friends while drunk” and Chris is the sort of drunk who starts spouting philosophical politics and how he’s in line for the throne.
And I can just picture Chris sitting there all glitter and a cape and waving his arms around until his drink sloshes and he’s all smiles and wide eyes and shining and Darren is just looking at him, one hand resting on his chin and he can barely look away
because Chris is so bright and so perfect and so amazing and Darren’s eyes are blurring until he’s one halo of sparkles and light in the darkness and the drunkness and he’s leaning in closer just to smell him and feel him because there’s no way Chris is actually real
He’s a hologram or a robot or a fairy or a time traveler or something, and Darren’s trying to tell him this but he’s drunker than he thought and the words are stumbling and broken and slurred and Chris raises an eyebrow and looks at him disparagingly and makes some snarky comment about usually being such an eloquent smartass Criss, what’s happened
And Darren just kisses him because he doesn’t know what else to do and Chris freezes with Darren’s lips on his and Darren’s hand on his jaw and he wants to kiss back because he knows how good a kisser Darren is, and his head is blurred and swimming
and he pulls back enough to whisper “what is this?”
and Darren smiles and “if you’re a dream then I’d wake up right about now”
and Chris kisses him, once, open mouthed and soft and then pinches his thigh until Darren’ hisses into his mouth and pulls away
“are you awake yet?”
Darren glares at him and Chris grins and their eyes are dark and then Darren’s pulling them both up and saying “Come on, Colfer. Lets dance.”
Blaine sleeps badly.
He never mentioned it, not once. Maybe he was scared or embarrassed, Kurt didn’t know. Maybe he was hoping it would go away if he shook his head and ignored it.
Maybe he’d told people before and been ignored.