looking for something that’ll (never) come 4/6
Blaine Anderson-Chang knows that his crush on his brother’s best friend, straight football star Kurt Hummel, is foolhardy. But every now and then Kurt gives him a look and Blaine can’t help but wonder.
welcome to chapter 4 everybody!! hopefully this chapter will clear up kurt’s actions in the previous chapter a little bit. hope you all enjoy!! :)
(very small warning for kurt kind of doing the same thing he did in the previous chapter, but please rest assured that active consent is always given and that no sexual activity that either partner is unsure about occurs)
It’s been a tense final quarter. Blaine has been clutching tightly to Mercedes for the entire time, watching with wide eyes as the events on the field unfold. At one point Mercedes even leans down to whisper, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this stressed over a game I don’t understand.”
You don’t have to understand football, though, to understand the tied score on the board and the slowly diminishing time marker.
Only a minute left on the clock and Blaine watches desperately as Mike throws the ball downfield. It’s a long through, a desperate attempt in the final hours, and Blaine holds his breath as Kurt runs as fast as he can to catch it.
With forty-five seconds remaining, Kurt’s feet cross the endzone just as the ball lands in his hands.
The crowd erupts into cheers. Mercedes jumps up, dragging Blaine with her and wraps her arms tightly around him, squealing into his ear. Blaine squeals right back, just as his moms come around both of them and hug them between them.
When his moms let go, Mercedes grabs back onto his hand and starts to drag him down the bleachers as the final play is set up.
Not that it really matters. The seconds start to tick by once the ball is snapped, the opposing team clearly desperate for a miracle. Blaine barely pays attention to the game, focusing on not mowing anybody down as Mercedes pulls him down to the field. He doesn’t feel like he has to. It’s definitely their game.
They’ve barely just reached the ground when the referee blows the whistle and it’s called. It’s done.
McKinley won.
The football team is going crazy as Mercedes and Blaine rush onto the field. Mercedes, of course, is leading them directly to Mike, who is currently in the center of one of two dog-piles. Kurt is at the centre of the other.
At the sight of his girlfriend, Mike pushes his way out and hurries to her. Mercedes lets go of Blaine’s hand, and Blaine stops running, taking a moment to appreciate the sheer romanticism of them running towards each other. Of Mike grabbing Mercedes around the waist and spinning her around happily before bringing their lips together in a kiss.
Just as he’s starting to feel weird just standing there brother kiss his girlfriend while everybody freaks out around him, Blaine feels arms wrapping around his middle and suddenly his feet are off the ground. He shrieks in surprise as he’s spun around, familiar laughter ringing right next to his ear.
When he’s placed back on the ground, he turns to see Kurt standing behind him, grinning widely. Blaine throws himself into his arms in excitement, and Kurt picks him right back off the ground again as he returns the hug.
“You did it!” Blaine says, once more safely on his feet. His hands stay on Kurt’s arms, and Kurt’s hands, he is very aware, stay firmly on the small of his back. “You won the game!”
“We did,” Kurt says, grinning. “Me and AC,” he nods his head towards Mike, who is still happily kissing Mercedes. He turns back to Blaine, with a slightly softer smile. “And Mini AC, duh. My good luck charm.”
His hands shift slightly so that they’re resting on Blaine’s waist, which he squeezes briefly. Blaine can’t stop staring up at him, grinning, feeling absolutely euphoric.
Kurt glances around the field and then whispers, “Come with me,” before grabbing Blaine’s wrist and leading him off the field.
Blaine follows happily, high off the win and everybody’s excitement and Kurt’s warm hand encompassing his wrist. A hand that just last night was on Blaine’s hip as he…
Kurt leads them into the mostly-empty school, bypassing the soon-to-be-jammed locker rooms and instead dragging Blaine into one of the small art rooms. He closes the door behind them, and immediately backs Blaine up against it.
Blaine stares up at him, heart hammering and chest rising and falling quickly. Kurt stares back, lips still spread in the widest smile he’s ever seen him wear.
Kurt licks his lips, then brings his hands up to Blaine’s jaw, tilting his head up and leans down to press their lips together.
Blaine’s knees turn to jelly beneath him, and he kisses back eagerly.
God, he’d liked kissing Sebastian, but this is… just. Next level. This is Kurt’s slim fingers trailing into the back of his hair, trying to card through his hair despite the gel. This is Kurt’s soft, pink lips moving against Blaine’s insistently. This is Kurt’s hips pinning him to the wood of the door. This is Kurt’s warm tongue licking into his mouth and curling around Blaine’s.
Blaine is pretty sure that if Kurt weren’t essentially holding him up he’d have completely melted into a puddle on the floor.
Kurt breaks their kiss for a moment, then kisses him again. And again, and again, lips smooth as they glide over Blaine’s. Blaine’s fingers cling to Kurt’s shoulders – broad, muscular shoulders that he’s spent hours fantasizing about.
With a wet smack, Kurt breaks their kiss and actually pulls away. His lips are bee-stung and gorgeous, and his eyes are more black than blue as they stare down at Blaine’s lips.
“Huh,” he murmurs, bringing his hand up to wipe a bit of saliva from just under Blaine’s bottom lip. “Interesting.”
Blaine breathes heavily and manages to breathe out, “Yeah?”
Kurt raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Yeah.” Then, he glances down to where their hips are connected, Blaine’s cock pressing against Kurt’s thigh. Kurt winces a little, then says, “I need to get out of this cup.”
“Right,” Blaine nods.
Kurt’s lip keeps it’s tiny upward tick and asks, “You’re coming to the victory party at Santana’s, right?”
Blaine swallows thickly. “You, uh. Should I?”
Kurt’s hand trails down from Blaine’s cheek to his neck, down his chest until he’s gently cupping Blaine’s dick. Blaine groans, head falling back against the door with a hard, slightly painful thunk.
“Yeah,” Kurt whispers. “You should.”
“Then I will,” Blaine replies, though he barely manages to. Kurt grins down at him, then gives his cock a short squeeze before he pulls away.
“Great,” he says, then pushes the door open behind Blaine, sweeping out of the room as though he were never there, leaving Blaine hard and panting and wondering how the hell this became his life.
**
It’s several hours before Blaine, Mike, and Mercedes make their grand entrance at Santana Lopez’s party. Blaine and Mike’s moms had insisted on taking them all out to Breadstix after the game, wanting to celebrate as a family before they lost their sons to their friends for the night. Honestly, any other night and Blaine would have been more than happy for the dinner out.
Tonight, though, all he could think about was Kurt kissing him and telling him he should come to Santana’s party.
He knew he hadn’t been a good conversationalist, and everyone had given him an odd look at some point during the meal, but he couldn’t help it. The possibilities of what tonight might bring were swirling wildly through his head, and he was counting down the minutes until he would be able to discover which of those possibilities came true.
After what feels like an eternity the bill is finally paid, and Blaine is tapping his fingers against his thigh anxiously in the backseat of Mercedes’s car, still not saying much. He catches Mike giving him a worried look at one point, but Blaine ignores it.
He practically shoots out of the car as soon as Mercedes has parked but forces himself to wait for the others instead of powerwalking his way up to Santana’s front door like he wants to.
As they walk together, far too slowly for Blaine’s taste, he mentally tells himself to not get his hopes up too high. For all he knows the past two days have been nothing but flukes. A glitch in the matrix. Momentary lapses in judgement (on Kurt’s part). Hell, he should probably be ready to walk into the party and see Kurt with some cheerleader on his lap, doing shots off her cleavage.
Blaine shivers at that mental image, then tells himself to just get out of his head and take tonight for whatever it may be.
Brittany Pierce opens the door for them, welcoming them by pulling Mike into a huge hug and shouting, “MVP in the house!” This, of course, draws everybody else’s attention, and soon enough Mike is being swarmed in the entrance of the house.
Blaine manages to duck under someone’s arm, sneaking his way around the rapidly forming crowd and getting out of the hoard before it’s too late. He looks back, seeing Mike grinning wildly as everyone cheers for him, and grins at his brother, sending him a quick thumbs up which he doubts Mike will see.
Despite the ridiculous amount of people congregating by the front door, there’s still quite a lot of teenagers running rampant throughout the rest of the house. Blaine isn’t sure he’s ever seen half of these people, but they don’t matter.
He looks around, desperately trying to find Kurt. His heart feels like it’s about to beat right out of his chest, the anticipation killing him, and jeez, where is he?
“Finally,” a voice whispers into his ear, and there’s a warm body pressed right up against his. Blaine turns around quickly, and Kurt takes a step back when he does. He’s grinning, holding a pair of red solo cups in his hands, wearing a clean jersey and tightly fitted jeans.
Blaine swallows thickly, looking down at the cups in Kurt’s hands. “One of those for me?”
Kurt shrugs, but hands one over. “Heard you guys come in.”
“Hard to miss,” Blaine says. Kurt chuckles and takes a sip of his drink. Blaine does the same, wincing a little as the alcohol burns down his throat. “God, what is this?”
“Who fucking knows,” Kurt says. “It’ll fuck you right up, though.”
Blaine raises an eyebrow. “You trying to get me drunk?” he asks, taking another small sip of the drink.
Kurt’s grin drops as he shakes his head. “Hell no,” he says, looking almost offended that Blaine would even suggest it. “I’m not super into the sloppy, not-really-able-to-consent thing.”
“Sorry,” Blaine raises a hand. “It was a joke. Sorry.”
Kurt looks him over, then sighs, shrugging a bit. “No, jeez, it’s fine. Just, you know. No. I’m really, really not.”
Blaine takes another sip of the drink, then says, “You should probably take this away from me, then. I don’t think I have a high enough tolerance to take much more of that.”
Kurt laughs at that, and it feels like the heavy cloud that had briefly descended over them has lifted. Blaine hands Kurt the drink, which Kurt places precariously on a nearby shelf. He takes a final gulp of his own drink, then sets it next to Blaine’s abandoned one.
“Come with me,” he says, sending a quick glance around the room. Then, he starts to walk towards the stairs near the back of the living room, and Blaine is quick to follow. He looks around the room a few times himself, but nobody seems to be paying them any attention. Everyone is still too busy congratulating Mike, or making out, or drunkenly dancing.
Kurt leads him up the stairs and down a hallway with confidence. Blaine’s stomach constricts as he wonders how often Kurt has done this, lead some girl up here with the exact intentions he has with Blaine.
That Blaine hopes he has.
He doesn’t want to think about that, so he shoves the thought away as Kurt turns the knob on a door right at the end of the hall, then grabs Blaine by the wrist and tugs him in.
Kurt closes the door by pressing Blaine up against it, immediately bringing his lips down onto Blaine’s. Blaine moans into his mouth, and yeah, this will do to distract him from his previous thoughts.
Blaine brings his hands up to Kurt’s chest, fisting his jersey as he moves his lips against Kurt’s. Kurt licks at his bottom lip, and Blaine parts it, happy to accept Kurt’s tongue into his mouth.
“God,” Blaine whispers when Kurt breaks the kiss. Kurt doesn’t respond, just ducks his head and starts to suck kisses onto the side of Blaine’s neck. Blaine’s head falls back against the door, and it hurts, but not enough to distract from the wonderful feeling of Kurt definitely giving him a hickey.
Without warning, Kurt brings his hands down to the back of Blaine’s thighs and scoops him up. Blaine squeals, just for a moment, before he manages to wrap his legs around Kurt’s hips, hands coming up to Kurt’s shoulders to get a better grip.
Kurt grins up at him, and Blaine leans down to kiss him, feeling breathless. Kurt is holding him up as if he weighs nothing, and god, if that isn’t way hotter than Blaine ever thought it would be.
Still without speaking, Kurt turns them around and starts to walk them over to a bed that Blaine doesn’t even see until Kurt has unceremoniously dropped him onto it.
Blaine bounces a little, arms and legs akimbo as he tries to settle onto the mattress. Kurt climbs onto the bed, kneeling over Blaine, then cups his face in his hands and brings him back in for yet another kiss.
Blaine’s mind is swimming when Kurt breaks their kiss, brings his hands up behind his neck and pulls his jersey off. Blaine’s lips part at the sight of Kurt in his undershirt, though he doesn’t have much time to appreciate that, as it’s gone almost as quickly as the jersey is.
“Wow,” Blaine brings a hand up to Kurt’s stomach, feeling the muscles contract under his touch.
Kurt raises an eyebrow at him, then mutters, “Now you.”
It’s the first thing he’s said since they got in here, and his voice is lower than Blaine is used to hearing it. It causes shivers to run down Blaine’s spine as he hurries to get his shirt off too. He’s less graceful about it than Kurt had been, but that doesn’t matter when his shirt is tossed aside and Kurt has leaned down to press their naked chests together as they kiss.
Blaine’s hands come to Kurt’s back, fingers digging into the muscles there. He sighs happily as Kurt starts to kiss down his neck again, running one hand up Kurt’s smooth back to grip his shoulder.
Kurt doesn’t stop at just the neck this time, though. He keeps moving down to Blaine’s clavicle, then down to swirl his tongue around one of Blaine’s nipples. Blaine gasps, back arching up a little, and he can feel Kurt grin around him before continuing his path down.
He’s just kissed past Blaine’s belly button when Blaine feels fingers popping the button of his jeans and lowering his zipper. Blaine brings himself up onto his elbows to watch as Kurt pulls down his jeans and underwear in one go, dragging them down to Blaine’s knees. Wordlessly, Blaine kicks his shoes off his feet, and once that’s done Kurt pulls Blaine’s pants down the rest of the way, then peels his socks off as well, tossing them over his shoulder without a care.
Then, Kurt’s face is in front of Blaine’s cock for the second time in two days, and Blaine barely has time to breathe before Kurt has wrapped his lips around the head.
Blaine falls onto his back with a loud moan, covering his eyes with his forearm. Kurt’s mouth is just as amazing as he remembers it being, wet and hot and absolutely wonderful. He starts to take more of Blaine into his mouth, and Blaine groans again, bringing his arm down to bite onto his forearm to stop himself from making too much noise.
“Don’t,” Kurt says, pulling off him for a moment. “I want to hear you.”
“But—” someone else might hear.
“Blaine,” Kurt says, and it knocks the breath right out of Blaine’s lungs to hear Kurt say his name like that. “I want to hear you.”
Blaine nods, and just like that Kurt is back to work, covering Blaine’s cock with his mouth easily.
Blaine’s eyes shut and he fists the blanket beneath him with one hand. His other hand continues to grip Kurt’s shoulder, warm skin amazing under his fingertips, though nowhere near as amazing as the hot as sin mouth around his dick.
He loses track of how long Kurt is down there, doing nothing but groan and mutter, “Fuck,” and “Kurt!” over and over again as Kurt gives him the best blowjob of his life.
In fact, he’s so lost in it that he doesn’t notice Kurt pulling two small packets out of his back pocket. Nor does he notice Kurt undo his own pants to pull his cock out. Nor does he notice Kurt opening one of the packets and squirting some of its contents onto his fingers.
He only clues in to any of these actions when Kurt brings a hand up to part Blaine’s thighs slightly and suddenly there’s a slick finger resting against Blaine’s hole.
Blaine’s eyes open immediately at that, and he says, “Wait, Kurt,” before Kurt manages to push the finger inside.
Kurt pulls off of him in an instant, eyes wide and practically black, lips red and slick. It’s at that moment that Blaine realizes that Kurt’s dick is out, and he mumbles a quiet, “Shit,” at the sight of it, hard and curved up towards Kurt’s stomach, thick and gorgeous.
It’s also when he notices the opened packet of lube and the condom lying next to it.
“Um,” Blaine clears his throat. “I…”
“Shit,” Kurt says, pulling back so that his face is no longer directly over Blaine’s cock. “Fuck, Blaine, I’m so sorry.”
“No, no,” Blaine has to force himself away from where Kurt’s cock is standing up from the split in his jeans. “It’s, um.” He has to look away from Kurt’s face, too, because it’s all just… a lot. “Can we just talk for a second?”
“Yeah, sure,” Kurt says, and he quietly shuffles himself down the bed until he’s lying on his side next to Blaine. Blaine turns to face him, suddenly incredibly aware of just how naked he currently is. “What did you want to talk about?” Kurt asks, and Blaine bites down on his bottom lip.
“I just…” he looks past Kurt’s shoulder, to a grey dresser up against the wall. “What are we doing?”
When he looks back to Kurt, it’s to find him with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk on his face. “We’re having sex, Blaine,” he responds, the ever so slightly cocky tone in his voice masking any condescension.
“Yeah, but why?” Blaine swallows thickly. “I mean, you’re, you know. Straight.”
Kurt shrugs. “I thought so,” he licks his lips, still swollen from sucking Blaine’s cock, and fuck, it’s so hard to actually keep having this conversation. “But I’ve always felt like… well, now I know it’s attraction, but I used to think it was just this pull? Towards you. Like we were meant to be friends, like I wanted to hang out with you more, see you more. Just be around you more. And then Finn set you up with that asshole, and…” he shrugs, as though it’s that simple. “I don’t know. Guess it clicked into place that I’m into you.”
Blaine lets out an exhale of disbelief. “You’re into me?”
“Well, duh,” Kurt says, waving a hand between them. “Blaine, I’ve blown you twice now. You didn’t get that?”
Blaine licks his lips. “I don’t know, I guess I didn’t know what to think. You haven’t really said anything.”
“Sorry,” Kurt says. “I usually like to let my actions speak for themselves.”
“Right,” Blaine nods. He presses his lips together. “But, um. Are your actions saying that you just want to hook up, or like… that you want to date me?”
Kurt’s lips tick up ever so slightly at that, but he doesn’t respond. Which, of course, makes Blaine nervously continue to babble.
“Because, like, I’m fine with hooking up,” he says, tongue heavy in his mouth. “But if that’s all it is I don’t think I want to do… what you were starting to do. I mean, all of my sexual firsts so far have been just hooking up, and I feel like I really want one that I can save for someone who actually wants to be with me and go out on dates with me and hold my hand in the hallway and—”
“Blaine,” Kurt holds a hand up.
“Sorry,” Blaine says, wincing. “And I’m sorry if that’s too much pressure, because I’m not saying you need to come out so that I’ll have anal sex with you, or that you think I’m trying to manipulate you into going out with me so that I’ll let you—”
“Blaine, stop,” Kurt is laughing now and actually brings his held up hand to Blaine’s lips, forcing him to stop. He’s grinning as Blaine takes in a deep breath, and then he removes his hand from Blaine’s lips and says, “I like you.”
Blaine’s heart soars. “Yeah?”
Kurt nods. “Yeah. And I would love to date you. Not just because I want to fuck you, even though believe me, I do,” his eyes widen at that, as though to fully confirm to Blaine that he’s telling the truth. “But because you’re a cool guy, and you’re kind of super hot, which I didn’t really think guys could be. Plus,” he brings his finger up to run it down the side of Blaine’s face, and Blaine sighs happily as he does it. “You’re my good luck charm. Always have been. I mean, thinking about it now it’s actually kind of insane that I didn’t realize I liked you until just now.”
Blaine laughs at that, cheeks flush and heart warm. “So, you really want to date me?”
Kurt nods again. “Yeah, Blaine. I really want to date you. In fact,” he leans up on one elbow. “Are you free tomorrow night?”
Blaine raises an eyebrow, smile widening. “Yeah.”
“Great. Then I’ll pick you up at seven for our first official date.”
Blaine grins. “Wow. Okay, yeah. That’s… yeah,” he finds himself glancing down to Kurt’s naked cock, still hard despite the intermission. “But, um… I still don’t think I want to…” he flushes, looking back up to Kurt’s face. “Not yet, at least.”
“Eh, I’m cool with that,” Kurt says, and it sounds like he genuinely means it. “I can still blow you, right?”
And just like that Blaine’s gone from a semi to a full-on erection once again. “Y-Yeah,” he stutters, eyes wide. “You definitely can.”
Kurt’s smile turns absolutely feral as he says, “Great,” before starting to move himself back down to Blaine’s cock.
Blaine turns back onto his back, eyes wide as he stares up at the ceiling of god-knows-who’s bedroom, lips parted as Kurt sinks down over his cock again.
He literally cannot believe that this is his life.
