Fast Car
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Fast Car: Chapter 1


E - Words: 1,099 - Last Updated: Oct 14, 2011
Story: Complete - Chapters: 10/10 - Created: Oct 02, 2011 - Updated: Oct 14, 2011
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Author's Notes: This was supposed to just be a quick one, but then... Yeah. The title is from one of my favourite songs, and will become more relevant later.
Kurt couldn’t help but laugh as Blaine nuzzled into his neck again. Every time he wanted to be annoyed with him for getting so drunk, he would hiccup or do some wobbly dance and he’d crack up, secretly enjoying being the grown up in the relationship.

“Kurt, I just love you, you know? You’re like, so smart, and your face is so soft, and you’re so good at dancing and then you can talk French and it’s so sexy, and, and you just make me wanna-” he reached up to kiss him, but only got his jaw. Apparently not realising he’d missed, he left his mouth there for a few seconds. Kurt hoisted him up, momentarily snapping him out of his stupor.

“I know, I know. I’m fantastic. Come on, not far now and then we can get you in the car and go home.”

“Mmmmm, home. Home sounds good. Let’s go home.”

Kurt sighed, his amusement still overcoming his exasperation. As Blaine rested his head on his shoulder, he pressed a kiss into his hair, which was completely out of control. Soft, as all the gel had been sweated out. He wrapped his arm tighter around Blaine’s waist, and gripped ono the hand that was draped over his shoulder.

As they reached the car, he leaned Blaine against the door and started to fumble around for his keys, hurrrying so as not to give him enough time to lose his balance and slide down to the floor.

“Kurt, Kurt-“

“What?” he reached the keys, unlocking the door whilst instinctively propping Blaine up by placing a hand on his stomach. He tried not to get distracted thinking about that stomach. How toned it was. How it only had one layer covering it. How he could just trace the subtle contours on it defining his muscles…

Blaine placed his hand over Kurt’s. He looked straight into Kurt’s face with a cheeky glint in his eye. Suddenly, he grabbed his hand and yanked it, pulling Kurt into him, running his other hand through Kurt’s hair as he kissed him, passionately if a little clumsily. Kurt dropped the keys, startled by the transformation from drunk toddler to horny boyfriend, but just as he started to sink into the kiss, he reluctantly made himself pull away. He just needed to focus on driving home.

“Aw, don’t do that, come back…” he tried to argue, the whole time showing no resistance as Kurt manoeuvered him onto the backseat. Just as Kurt reached across him to try and do up his seatbelt, that sparkle appeared in his eyes again, and he grinned, slipping his fingers in between Kurt’s and pulling him into the car on top of him. Kurt let out a yelp as he lost his balance. All of his weight was on Blaine. Part of him just wanted to go for it. Blaine’s skin was glistening, and he was kissing his neck and making those low, breathy groans… But when they kissed, he tasted like alcohol. And this was too… animalistic. It was just mindless groping; there was none of the tenderness or affection he'd imagined. They weren’t even making eye contact. And they were in the back of his car. And he didn’t have any protection.

It felt good, but he needed it to feel perfect.

“Blaine, stop.” He started dragging himself off him, disentangling his hand and climbing out of the car, “Not now, OK? Not like this.”

“What? Why? Kurt, come on-” He tried to reach out to pull him back in, but he wasn’t quick enough. Kurt took a deep breath while he straightened his shirt and smoothed down his jeans. “Kurt! What’s wrong with you? I thought you wanted… I don’t understand…”

He panicked. He hated seeing him upset. “No! I do, you know that, so much, but, this doesn’t feel right-“

“Was I doing something wrong?”

“Blaine. You’re drunk. This is supposed to be special, and I don’t want you to forget all about it by tomorrow. This is supposed to be a memory we can both hold onto. Please don’t be upset-” he tried to take Blaine’s hand, but was shaken off, “Blaine, please. I just love you too much to just throw this moment away!” Blaine scrambled out of the car. He stumbled as he got back to his feet. As if he wasn’t humiliated enough, he had to go and almost fall over.

“Fine. I understand” he started to walk away.

“Blaine, where are you going? It’s late, I’m not letting you walk home on your own! You don’t even know where you are! Please-” He tried to grab Blaine’s arm, but Blaine didn’t want to be touched any more. He turned around to look at Kurt.

“I’m sorry. OK? I’m sorry that I got drunk, I’m sorry that I was just trying to be close to you, you just looked so… and I wanted to… Oh, forget it! I’m fine, just go. I’ll call someone, a cab or something-” He wiped the tear from his cheek, looking at the floor. He had only looked down so that he didn’t have to look at Kurt, but he spotted the car keys. He picked them up and handed them to his boyfriend. He summoned the courage to look him in the eyes. Even though he was slurring his words, he somehow didn’t seem drunk any more. Kurt tried to put a hand on his shoulder, but he flinched away.

“I’m sorry. Really. I’ll… I’ll see you on Monday. Sorry.” And with that, he slunk off, getting his phone out of his pocket and starting to dial.

Kurt sniffed. He put a hand on the car to steady himself. He wasn’t sure what had just happened. He wanted to call out to him, but all he could do was watch him walk away. He climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine. He drove out of Blaine’s sight, then waited until a cab rolled up before he left. He couldn’t bring himself to talk to him, but he still needed to make sure he got home safely. As the cab drove away, with Blaine inside, Kurt agonised over a text to send him, finally settling on: ‘Please let me know when you get home. I don’t want us to fight over this. Just tell me we’re ok. I love you x’

He tried turning the radio on. ‘Teenage Dream’ was playing.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” He shouted, stabbing at the buttons on the stereo, until he had to turn it off. Happy songs pissed him off. Sad songs made him want to cry. He breathed slowly and deeply, wiped his eyes, and drove home in silence.

End Notes: Don't worry, I'll write another chapter. There's no way I'm leaving it like this. Feedback appreciated :)

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I'm definitely on Kurt's side here, but I can understand Blainers being embarrassed. I'm bad at reviewing writing instead of plot... Hi! Well, I really really liked it. But I hope for Ryan's sake that canon won't go like this, or he may be knifed in his sleep. Drunk Blaine amuses me though XD Yeah, I'm still too asleep to review properly. Loved it though :)