#klainesupremist

“You’re right,” Blaine said, exhaling deeply. “Sorry, I think I picked up some backstage jitters when we delivered El to Miss Ruth.”

“Hey, at least you’re worried for her overall well-being. I’m afraid she’s going to forget the routine and start crying, and you’ll have to physically hold me down to keep me from running on that stage to comfort her,” Kurt admitted.

“Better that than you trying to dance along from here,” Blaine joked, rubbing a thumb over the back of Kurt’s hand. “If you turn into Regina George’s mom on me, I’m going to be really concerned.”

“Oh Jesus, just shoot me if I ever go that far,” Kurt said, aghast.

Before he could secure a promise from Blaine (and he would, he was not going to become a crazed stage parent if he could help it), the lights flashed twice, signalling the show was about to begin. As the last few stragglers wandered in, Kurt squeezed Blaine’s hand again and silently thanked the recital organizers that the littlest kids were going first. If he’d had to wait through five or six other numbers before getting to see Ella, he might have done something rash.

Once the house lights were down, Miss Ruth led her little troupe of yellow-clad ballerinas onstage, stopping periodically to place each girl at her starting mark. Ella was just right of center from their viewpoint, and Blaine slipped out of his seat to kneel in the aisle and record the performance, followed by a hissed “Get a few stills, too!” from Kurt.

Finally, finally, the music came on and Ella perked up, a broad, genuine smile erupting on her small face. All she’d been able to talk about for weeks was the routine Miss Ruth was teaching them, the music it was set to - “Beauty and the Beast” - and the costumes they were going to wear, just like Belle’s own ball gown. Kurt was glad to see that her enthusiasm had lasted this long and beamed back at his daughter, well aware that she probably couldn’t see him over the bright stage lights but too proud to care.

Kurt spent the next minute and a half watching his baby in rapture as she pirouetted, leaped, and skipped across the stage like she had learned, obviously having the time of her life. While she wasn’t exactly going to take professional companies by storm at the tender age of three, Kurt privately believed that she was easily the most talented of the bunch, always flicking her fingers and pointing her toes with pizzazz, if not always right on the beat. The other little girls were constantly distracted or forgetting the moves, though they were of course all incredibly adorable.

Then, Ella surprised him. She stopped mid-plie and straightened up, peering out into the audience with one little hand over her eyes. After a moment of scanning, she stopped and waved directly at Kurt and Blaine.

Kurt’s mouth dropped open as he turned to stare at Blaine, who looked similarly stunned.

“Daddy! Papa! Hi!” Ella squealed, just barely audible over the music. “Am I doin’ good?”

“You’re the best, baby!” Blaine called back, shifting his phone to one hand and waving back with the other.

“Now keep going!” Kurt followed up, aware of the stares being directed their way and wanting to make sure the little girls got the attention they deserved. “You’re almost done!”

“Right!” Ella said happily. She turned and wiggled her way back into the group of girls currently parading in a circle around center stage before striking the ending pose - hands over their head like big circles, one foot pointed outward - in time with everyone else.

Kurt let out a couple of loud whoops and clapped with the other parents as Blaine slid back into his seat, recording complete.

“I’m so glad I got this on video,” he whispered, applauding politely with his typical stiff-fingered clap. “Your dad is going to cry from laughing so hard.”

“I’m not sure if Rachel is going to love her exuberance or be chagrined by her lack of professionalism,” Kurt replied. “I, for one, think she’s the best ballerina I’ve ever seen.”

“You and me both,” Blaine said. “We could have a little professional on our hands.”

“As long as they don’t train her out of looking for her daddies on stage, I’m okay with that.”

“Even if she interrupts a pas de deux to wave at us?”

“Especially then. It would add some character,” Kurt said, playfully tossing his head up and sniffing.

“Well, we’re in no danger of becoming creepy stage parents,” Blaine said with a wink before politely focusing back on the dancers.

The rest of the recital went past in a blur until it was time to pick up Ella from the green room.

“Papa! Daddy!” Ella yelled, running for them. Kurt dropped down and opened his arms for her, lifting and spinning her once she’d crashed into him.

“You were amazing, sweet pea!” Kurt said, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“The best ballerina we’ve ever seen,” Blaine confirmed, and smacked a kiss to the other side of her face.

“Really?” Ella asked.

“Really really,” Kurt said, nodding seriously.

“And do you know what good ballerinas get after a performance?” Blaine said. When Ella shook her head no, he continued, “Ice cream!”

“Ice cream!” Ella repeated delightedly. “Let’s go now!”

“First we have to put your street clothes back on, baby,” Blaine said, making Ella pout.

“But my costume is so p’itty!”

“What if you spill on it?” Kurt asked.

“I won’t! P’omise!” Ella insisted, bouncing eagerly in Kurt’s arms.

Kurt shared a quick look with Blaine before telling Ella it would be okay to wear her costume, already taking mental stock of what their stain remover situation at home was like. They’d learned quickly to pick their battles, and this one wasn’t worth it.

Bringing Blaine’s wrists together above his head and holding them down with just one hand, Kurt slides a palm down Blaine’s side, fingers digging in lightly--and that doesn’t feel so ticklish anymore, no, now it’s making Blaine aware of where’s he feeling rather alert in other places. He grabs the bottom of Blaine’s shirt, rucking it up his chest all the way to his shoulders.

Blaine can feel his breath coming fast, his fingers stilled where they had been twitching in Kurt’s hand. Then Kurt meets his eye, gives him a wicked grin, and leans down to blow a huge raspberry on Blaine’s chest.

Blaine shrieks, kicking his feet, but Kurt holds him down well, blowing another right over his sternum, making Blaine start wriggling and squirming again. He can see Kurt smiling against his stomach as he works his way down, blowing raspberries all over his tummy, planting a huge one right over his happy trail--oh God--

Suddenly Kurt stops, breath ghosting over the top of Blaine’s waistband, and looks up at Blaine through his eyelashes.

The wave of arousal that goes through Blaine is like an electric shock. Kurt’s tongue passes over his bottom lip, wetting it, and Blaine feels the tip brush his skin. Kurt’s gaze is steady, clear. Blaine nods shakily.

Kurt sucks in a deep breath and lets go of his wrists--Blaine doesn’t even question keeping his hands up there--sliding his palms over Blaine’s bare torso and nosing along his waistband. Blaine can feel his breath through his capris, right over where he’s straining at his zipper. With precise movements, Kurt flicks open the button of his pants and drags down the zipper, the sound loud amidst their panting breath in the wide space of the loft.

He tucks his fingers into Blaine’s waistband, easing his pants down his hips. Blaine lifts his ass up so that Kurt can pull them off properly and toss them on the floor.

He’s left lying there in his underwear, shirt still rucked up around his hard nipples and chest shining with the wet patches where Kurt’s mouth had been. Kurt shuffles backwards, running his hands up Blaine’s calves and over his thighs, stopping where they met his dark blue briefs and looking up at Blaine through clouded eyes.

“Okay?” he asks, and his voice is rasping, filled with desire; Blaine nods quickly and flexes his fingers.

Kurt mouths over his clothed cock, running his nose up the length of it in his briefs, following with his fingers and catching them in the waistband. “Gonna take these off now,” he breathes, and Blaine chokes out some form of answer, his words getting stuck in his throat.

More urgent now, Kurt pulls his briefs down his thighs, eyes widening when Blaine’s heavy cock springs back onto his belly, already leaking a thin trail of precome over the head. Blaine sucks in a breath, needing friction now.

Kurt takes him in hand and starts to jack him off, slowly at first, then speeding up when Blaine can’t stop himself from letting out a low-pitched whine.

“Please, Kurt, need--need your mouth on me,” Blaine moans, eyes slipping shut at the way Kurt’s fingers flick over the head of his cock.

He feels the bed move and suddenly Kurt’s hot breath is right there over the base of his cock. He whines again as Kurt licks up the side of it, swirling his tongue around the head and gathering up the precome there. “God,” murmurs Kurt, mouthing over the head and back down the side. “I knew you were vocal, heard you whining and moaning every time you and that douchebag were fucking only two curtains away.”

“Kurt, can we please not talk about him right now--” Blaine gasps.

“I would fantasize about it, you know,” Kurt continues, licking at his balls then up at his cock again. “Would lie there only a few meters away and jerk off to the sound of you coming.”

“Oh my God, Kurt--”

He’s cut off by a gasp as Kurt takes him into his mouth, sucking him down into his mouth and bobbing his head up and down. God, Kurt is talented with his tongue, knows just how to move, just how much pressure--

He pulls off with a wet smack and murmurs, a fine gossamer strand of spit between his lips and the tip of Blaine’s cock, “I’ve wanted you since the moment I knew what wanting meant.”

Blaine’s heart is pounding in his chest, and he nods urgently, releasing his hands from their invisible hold and sliding his fingers into Kurt’s soft hair, guiding him as he continues to bob up and down, faster and faster, bringing Blaine right to the brink--

He comes with a harsh cry of Kurt’s name, tightening his fingers in his hair as it pulses through him.

He comes down slowly as Kurt pets at his skin, rubbing his lips against his softening cock with his eyes closed. He blearily reaches for one of Kurt’s hands where it rests on his hip, sliding their fingers together and admiring how well they fit.

Kurt looks up at him with dark, soft eyes, and Blaine smiles, tugging on his hand so that he moves up his body and is leaning over him again.

They don’t speak, just move together, lips meeting as if they were magnetised, already so open and wanting. Blaine can taste himself in Kurt’s mouth.

He feels Kurt hard against his thigh, and rocks his hips forwards to give him some relief. Kurt groans against his lips, tightening his fingers around Blaine’s back and rutting harder against him. Blaine gets a hand down between them and fumbles with Kurt’s belt and pants, eventually managing to flick them open and stick a hand down Kurt’s underwear, circling his big cock with his fist.

It’s only a matter of moments before Kurt is panting against his neck, seizing up almost silently as he comes. Blaine works him through it, kissing over his neck and ear, and they collapse onto their sides together, cheeks pressed together and chests heaving.

“Oh my God,” breathes Kurt, and laughs. “Blaine.”

Blaine laughs too, and leans back to kiss him again. “Please tell me that this means something.” He says it with a smile, but it doesn’t mask the hint of worry in his voice.

Kurt strokes a hand down his back. “Of course it does,” he whispers, nudging their noses together. “This--means everything, Blaine.” His voice is almost inaudible. “You mean everything.”

Blaine kisses him fiercely and tips their foreheads together, eyes closed. “I’m so in love with you,” he sighs. “I have been for so long.”

When he opens his eyes, Kurt is smiling at him so softly and happily. “I love you too,” he murmurs, brushing a hand over Blaine’s cheek. “God, it took us a while to get our act together, didn’t it?”

They pulled up in the cinema car park. Blaine jumped out almost immediately, eager to get going. Kurt sat staring out of the windshield with unfocused eyes for a few moments until his door was being opened and Blaine’s hand was on his arm, a concerned expression on his face.

Kurt continued to brush Blaine off as they bought their tickets and popcorn and made their way to the correct screen. Thankfully, the lights were already dimmed and the initial trailers playing, giving him a good reason not to talk to Blaine.

After, Blaine took his hand on the way back to the car, swinging it between them with a smile on his face. “I really enjoyed that,” he said happily. “Sometimes Pixar just gets it, you know?”

Kurt laughed quietly in agreement, ducking his head as he felt tears spring to his eyes. He was going to miss this so much.

In the car, he sat with both hands on the steering wheel, silent. It was unfair to lead Blaine on any longer. He had to do this now.

Blaine was humming the theme music of the movie beside him as he plugged his seatbelt in. Oh God.

“Blaine.”

Blaine looked up distractedly. “Hmm?”

“I--um.” He could feel something in his throat, he couldn’t--his hands were shaking on the wheel. He took a deep breath and summoned every ounce of courage he had.

“Blaine, um, I’m. I’m asexual.”

Blaine was--silent, and Kurt chanced a look at him, vaguely staring at the dashboard. He swallowed, because the tears were coming now and he felt so awful about ruining what had been a wonderful date.

“I understand if--if you don’t want to be with me anymore, knowing that we’ll never do, um, that, in fact I--I feel it might be better if you just--” He took a deep breath, steadying himself. This was one of the hardest things he was going to have to do.

“I think it might be better if we decide to call it off before it’s too late.”

“I’m asexual too.”

They spoke at almost exactly the same time, and if Kurt hadn’t been speaking so softly, he might never had heard what Blaine had said.

“Wh--what?”

Blaine looked up at him, eyes wet and wide. “I--me too. I mean, not about calling it off, about--I’m asexual.”

Kurt couldn’t describe what was happening in his chest, it was like--like he had been drowning and someone just brought him an oxygen tank. “You--really?”

Blaine nodded, the corners of his lips tipped up in a small smile, and Kurt felt it burst out of him like he had come up to the surface, laughing wetly through his tears.

“Oh my God,” he said. “That’s--I was terrified you were never going to want to see me again.”

“No, Kurt.” Blaine’s voice was soft, comforting. “Never. I would never do that too you. And not just because--even if I wasn’t asexual, that would never mean I would break up with you, just because we couldn’t have--that aspect of our relationship.”

Kurt’s heart was fluttering for an entirely different reason than it had been earlier now. “Really? You would sacrifice that for me?”

Blaine laughed, nodding, and took his hand. “I would. But thankfully, I don’t have to.”

“Oh my God,” Kurt laughed again, squeezing his hand and tipping his head against his shoulder. “But--you kissed me, I thought you were--”

“Just because we kiss each other doesn’t mean it has to lead to anything else. Ever.”

Kurt blushed and pressed his smile against Blaine’s shoulder. He felt so light. “I like kissing you,” he murmured. “It feels nice. But I just--the thought of anything beyond that kind of disgusts me.” He giggled. “Now you know why I like those shows where the touch of the fingertips is as sexy as it gets.”

Blaine pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I understand,” he said. “I actually--I’m not disgusted by sex, it’s just something I don’t really feel like I have to do.” He felt Blaine swallow and lifted his head to look at him. “If you hadn’t been asexual I wouldn’t have minded so much.”

“But--you wouldn’t feel pressured to do something you didn’t want to do?”

Blaine shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe when it came down to it, I would enjoy it, but--it’s not a physical need for me. Or a requirement for a healthy relationship.” He smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to Kurt’s cheek. Kurt felt his throat flutter. “I’m just looking forward to enjoying lots of cuddles with you.”

Kurt giggled as Blaine nuzzled at his nose, fingers sliding together over the gear shift. “You are--so amazing,” Kurt breathed.

Blaine huffed out a laugh. “Said the very Kurt Hummel himself.” He settled a hand on Kurt’s shoulder and kissed him softly, breathing out against his skin. “Now how about we go back to mine and--” He paused to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively. “Cuddle?”

“It’s a lovely day,” he comments, voice low so that his parents won’t catch them talking.

“Yes, it really is,” Kurt replies, smiling. “Perfect for a day out on horseback.”

“We’ll go together soon, Kurt,” Blaine says quietly “Just us. I promise.”

Kurt nods. He knows--probably better than most--how little time Blaine has for excursions like this one, with the new farm, trips down to London to negotiate politics, his duties with the village council, and finding himself a wife. The last gives him a pang in his chest like none of the others.

“I wish--” he starts, then cuts himself off. Idle wishing is not going to solve anything. “Has your father said anything further?”

He knows that Blaine knows just what he is talking about. “No. He’s still adamant.”

Kurt sighs. “I’m sorry,” he says softly.

Blaine’s touch is brief but warm on his knee. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” he says. “We’re doing the best we can. It’s just--hard.”

Their eyes meet for a few seconds, Blaine’s visibly pained, then he taps his heels and trots away towards his parents.

They stop on the beach--still stark and blustery in the July sun--and Kurt makes sure the horses are settled as the senior Andersons wander off down the beach, Cooper and Blaine sat closer to the water, tossing pebbles into the sea.

He settles himself on the rocks by the horses, and lets his gaze wander. Though it doesn’t go far. Mostly, it travels over Blaine’s happy form, his broad shoulders, widened even further in appearance by his riding jacket. The lovely shape of his calves in his boots. His dark curls, messy from the salt in the air. His grin, wide and free.

He is so hopelessly in love with this boy.

After the beach, they stop in a meadow surrounded on three sides by trees and the fourth a stream that leads down to the ocean, and Kurt lays out the picnic. He serves glasses of lemonade, arranges cheese, grapes, cherry tomatoes on the dainty crockery brought for the purpose. He waters the horses, pickets them a little distance from the picnic blanket, and cleans up after the family are finished, rinsing the plates off in the stream.

“Well,” says Lord Anderson. “I feel I should be heading back. Business to attend to, the usual.” He stands up. “Pamela?”

“Yes, dear, I’ll come along with you. Boys, are you staying?”

“Um--”

“I need to get back,” says Cooper. “Coraline is staying with the Smythes this week and I promised I’d pay her a visit.”

“I’ll stay,” Blaine says a little too quickly. “I--sunshine. It’s nice.”

Lady Anderson smiles at him. “Of course, dear. We’ll see you this evening. You’ll stay and attend to him, I presume, Mr Hummel?”

“Yes, ma’am, if you don’t require further assistance.”

“Nonsense. Have a nice afternoon.”

Kurt still lends a hand getting everyone back onto their horses, then watches them go with a strange feeling in his chest. Barely seconds after they’re out of sight, he feels arms wrap around his waist and a nose brush at his hairline.

“I can barely believe it,” Blaine says lightly. “We’re alone.”

Kurt turns, smiling, and folds his arms around Blaine’s neck. “Let’s make the most of it, then,” he murmurs, and leans in to kiss him.

They still have to be careful, out in the open like this, but they are on Anderson grounds and Kurt had asked around a little this morning about the groundkeeper’s movements during the day. He’s fairly confident that they don’t need to worry about being discovered.

He sinks down onto the picnic blanket, Blaine following, and stretches out on his side. Blaine lays alongside him, body close, and wraps an arm securely around his waist. Kurt lets out an involuntary gasp as he kisses at his chin, breathing hot down his neck and the collar of his riding jacket.

“Careful,” he says teasingly. “Don’t leave any marks.”

Blaine giggles and rolls them over so that he’s on his back, Kurt propped above him. Kurt kisses his lips again, sucking the bottom one into his mouth and following it with a brush of tongue in Blaine’s, open and gasping.

Their hips rock together irregularly, legs tangled, and Kurt takes Blaine’s ear lobe into his mouth, sucking on it and smiling at the moan that Blaine lets out. He brushes a hand down Blaine’s side, dips his fingers under his riding jacket and waistcoat and into the gap where his shirt is tucked into his trousers.

“Kurt--oh my go--we need to stop very soon or it’s going to be very embarrassing when we get back.”

“I know, I just want--” He licks down Blaine’s throat, sucking over his Adam’s apple, his body strung like it might explode any second--

“Kurt--”

He takes a deep breath. It takes all of his willpower to push himself up and roll off Blaine, dropping onto his back beside him, panting.

“Good Lord,” says Blaine. “That was--”

Kurt nods and reaches down between them to take Blaine’s hand. He intertwines their fingers and smiles. “I love you,” he says softly.

Blaine squeezes his fingers and rolls onto his side, tucking his nose in under Kurt’s ear. “I love you too,” he murmurs.

The get back to the house just in time to get ready for dinner, gentle touches and smiles in front of the mirror as Kurt dresses Blaine in a sumptuous green vest and smart dinner jacket, then stands in front of him and carefully ties his bowtie. “Stunning,” he says, leaning forward to peck Blaine on the nose in the privacy of his room.

“Says Kurt Hummel.”

“Hey.” He swats Blaine’s arm lightheartedly. “Enjoy your evening. I’ll see you later.”

Blaine departs with a final kiss. Kurt watches the door he’s gone through for a few moments, then starts tidying up.

Sometimes, the way they have to hide and lie and sneak around makes his chest feel so tight that it hurts. He longs for a world where what they are to each other--as two men who love each other, but also as master and valet--is accepted and easy.