This Eager Heart of Mine Was Singing
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This Eager Heart of Mine Was Singing: Chapter 3


E - Words: 2,651 - Last Updated: Jun 30, 2012
Story: Closed - Chapters: 6/? - Created: May 17, 2012 - Updated: Jun 30, 2012
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When Kurt and Blaine went back to school on Monday, nothing was different, but Blaine felt as if he had matured overnight. He suddenly understood what Artie had been talking about when he said that he had never felt like more of a man than after his first time with Brittany. Blaine hadn’t lost his virginity, no, but he had done what was important, and become completely aware of not only his own body, but his partner’s body, too. That was what sex was about. Blaine had risen to the occasion, he liked to think, and both he and Kurt had stepped out of their comfort zones to discuss their boundaries. Blaine had never felt more comfortable around Kurt.

People had the idea of sex all wrong, Blaine thought to himself. He and Kurt could have had sex that night, but it wouldn’t have put them where they were today. Just the sexual act wasn’t enough. Look at Finn, Blaine thought, as he walked into Glee Club, where the boy in question was having a debate with Puck about whether or not the size of your fist was the smallest acceptable size for your bicep. He’d had sex, but it hadn’t given him what he wanted. His self-esteem didn’t dramatically change, he didn’t gain an understanding of his partner, and he was about as clueless with girls as he was before.

All this had gone down before Blaine had transferred of course, but he and Kurt talked.

After their discussion, the rest of the weekend passed in a blur of West Side Story performances, and they had barely had time for stolen kisses in between acts, but Blaine knew that they were on the path, and that was good enough for him.

As Blaine sat down on one of the chairs in the front row, however, it seemed that the other members had a different idea. Artie threw Blaine a wink as he rolled in the door, and when Brittany and Santana walked in a minute later, Brittany grabbed Santana’s arm excitedly.

“Noticed you and Baby Gay were absent from Wheels’ after show shindig, Blainers,” Santana drawled as she climbed to one of the seats in the top row.   

“Santana said that you and Kurt were trying out each other’s unicorn horns,” Brittany explained with a serious expression. “I hope everything worked out.”

“Yeah, me, too, Britt-Britt,” Santana said with a wink to Blaine.

Blaine chose not to dignify that with a response, mostly because Kurt chose this moment to come sweeping into the room, casting only a slightly worried look at a snickering Puck, and kissing his boyfriend on the cheek before taking his seat. Blaine definitely wasn’t worried about what New Directions thought about his and Kurt’s sex life, as long as he never had to utter a word to them about it. The sometimes too open atmosphere in the club was so different to the Warblers that Blaine wondered if he’d ever get used to it. Instead he allowed himself to drift in and out of the lesson that Mr Shue was giving, interspersed with Rachel’s self-proclaimed expert opinion.


When the final bell rang, Blaine hurried to meet Kurt at his locker. Burt was still away at his campaign meetings until Wednesday, and Blaine’s own parents would be at work until about seven, so Kurt and Blaine had planned to make the most of their alone time by heading to Blaine’s house to watch a movie and try their hand at making some fancy chicken and arugula dish. Kurt loved cooking; Blaine loved feeling domesticated with Kurt.

Kurt was getting his books out of his locker and into his bag when Blaine leaned up against the wall of lockers next to him, and asked, “Ready to head back to my house?” Puck chose this moment to walk by and give Blaine a big thumbs up, nodding his head in their direction.

Kurt turned to face Blaine, thereby missing the display, and smiled at him, “Absolutely.”

The car ride back to Blaine’s house was horribly lonely for Blaine, Kurt very obviously missing from his passenger seat while he followed in his own car. Blaine compromised by putting in his comfort Katy Perry CD, and singing very loudly the whole drive home.

When they arrived, Kurt jumped out of his car, and took Blaine’s hand, leading him inside. “You know, you make even weirder faces when you sing in the car than you do in front of an audience,” Kurt said conversationally. “Quite impressive really, I didn’t think that was possible.” Blaine just looked at him. “I could see you in your rearview mirror,” he explained with a smile, “What were you singing?”

Blaine laughed, “Katy Perry. She is a musical genius.” Kurt rolled his eyes as he entered the kitchen, but he wasn’t fooling Blaine; he knew that Kurt had developed an appreciation for at least one of her songs. Instead of answering, Blaine just kissed him.


After they ate a snack, Kurt and Blaine went into the living room, and turned on the television, Kurt picking some kind of reality show that he claimed was, “…ridiculous, Blaine, I can’t believe he thinks that’s going to cut it at this stage of the game.” Blaine felt himself smiling and agreeing with Kurt, but really he was just appreciating Kurt getting all riled up about the show, and how his eyes lit up with a fire when he started debating. How the tendons in his neck shifted when he glanced at the television, and then back to look at Blaine again. How Blaine had seen the shoulder that it connected to, and the smooth chest below it without all the layers, even if it was only for a short time.

Blaine knew he was getting too easily distracted and forced himself to listen to what Kurt was saying, but it seemed only a moment too late.

“Blaine, did you just hear anything I said?” asked Kurt, all the while obviously fighting to refrain from rolling his eyes.

Instead of answering, Blaine leaned forward and pressed his lips to Kurt’s, wrapping his arms around the boy’s neck. Kurt seemed to accept this answer, and sighed into the kiss, opening his mouth and allowing Blaine to swipe his tongue over his bottom lip, before moving it to press against Kurt’s own.

Blaine figured that Kurt was enjoying this just as much as he was, as he pulled Blaine closer until he was seated in his lap, like he had been that night.

“Is this okay?” Kurt asked, looking up at Blaine. “I liked this a lot last time.”

Blaine nodded and moved his mouth back to Kurt’s, sucking his top lip into his mouth before allowing it to be pulled away as Kurt moved back. Instead of stopping, though, Kurt moved his lips to Blaine’s neck, heading straight for his pulse point and sucking hard. Blaine threw his head back, giving Kurt more room to carry on doing what he was doing, and to never, ever stop. Blaine moaned as Kurt ran his hands down his back, still stopping by his lower back, and keeping them there. 

Blaine began grinding down into Kurt very gently, waiting for a reaction. Nothing, except maybe Kurt sucking just a little bit harder. Blaine knew he was going to have a huge hickey by the time this was over; as if he needed to give New Directions more insight into his and Kurt’s sexual exploits. Blaine ground down just a bit harder, enough to add the friction that his cock needed right about now, and was rewarded when Kurt stopped his actions to throw his head back into the couch and moan. Blaine immediately broke out into a huge smile at hearing his boyfriend give such a vocal reaction, and was still smiling when Kurt attached his lips to Blaine’s again with more need than before.

Kurt was rocking up into Blaine now, and Blaine shifted slightly to get a better angle before rutting down against him as well. Blaine could hear himself making little breathless grunts against Kurt’s lips as the wonderful friction made a bubble of pleasure slowly start to build inside him.

Kurt wasn’t making any move to stop their actions, but through Blaine’s lust addled mind he thought that he should ask if this was alright, even if he knew that there wasn’t a more perfect place in the world. He pulled back to speak, but his change in angle made Kurt’s next thrust align perfectly with the head of his cock, and he pushed back hard, moaning without restraint, making Kurt cry out.

“Oh, yes, Blaine,” Kurt cried, throwing his head back again, and suddenly Blaine knew he didn’t have to ask. Kurt was in rapture, and Blaine was right there with him.

They continued thrusting against each other, and through the multiple layers of clothes Blaine could feel Kurt’s cock impossibly hard against his own. Then Kurt pulled back and said in a strangled voice, “I need you to touch me.”

Blaine stopped his motions, and stared down at Kurt. “Are you sure?” Blaine asked, his voice low and serious, despite how unbearably turned on he was. 

“Yes, I’m sure,” Kurt said, now looking Blaine in the eye. “I wasn’t ready to go all the way last time, but I’m ready for you to touch me. I need you to.”

And Blaine believed him; he could see the honesty clearly in Kurt’s eyes, along with the love and trust that had grown to be a permanent fixture when Kurt looked at him.

Blaine nodded, and moved back off of Kurt, sitting next to him and kissing him full and hard once more before moving his eyes down to Kurt’s black jeans. He undid the button, and pulled the zip down, mirroring his actions from before and palming over the bulge, before pulling the jeans and briefs down to Kurt’s mid-thigh. Kurt wiggled around to help him with the action, and then lay still, his eyes on Blaine as he took in the cock in front of him.

Blaine had gotten only a small glance at Kurt’s cock before, and so he was determined to look his full this time. It was long and hard against Kurt’s stomach where he was leaning back on the couch, and a dark red color. He could see shiny wetness at the tip, and in that moment all he wanted to do was lick at it. He couldn’t though. This was about making Kurt comfortable, and so, instead, he wrapped his fingers around it just under the head, and moved his hand down the shaft. It was slow, and probably making it harder for Kurt when all he needed was more friction, but it was the first cock that Blaine had seen in real life, apart from his own, and he wanted to savor it.

Blaine moved his hand up a bit faster, and glanced up in time to see Kurt shutting his eyes as his head fell back against the couch again. He ran his thumb over the tip, circling it around the slit, before moving it down again, and picking up the pace to something he usually liked.

Kurt was breathing heavily, moans pouring out of his open mouth as his eyes screwed tightly shut.

“Yes, Blaine, oh God, don’t stop,” Kurt panted, and Blaine had to lean forward and catch his lips in a messy kiss. He had never seen Kurt so open; so unguarded. The people at school never got to see the real Kurt Hummel, and now no one, not even his friends, would see him as exposed as he was right now. It was breathtaking. And Blaine kept moving his hand, faster now.

Blaine could tell that Kurt was close with the way his lips tried and failed to respond to his kiss, simply opening and allowing Blaine to do with them what he would. Blaine pulled back slightly and whispered, “Are you going to come, Kurt?” Kurt made no response except to nod his head slightly, and continue moaning loudly. “Come, Kurt.”

Kurt cried out as he came, spilling warm over Blaine’s hand as he continued pumping him. Soon, though, Kurt was putting his hand over Blaine’s to still his movements, and kissing him, wet and hard.

“That was incredible, Blaine, you don’t even-,” Kurt just shook his head slightly as if to clear it, and kissed Blaine again.

Blaine was still caught up in the amazing feeling; he had just made his boyfriend come, and it was unbelievable. He didn’t even register Kurt’s hand trailing down his stomach to his own pants button until it was being undone and his pants being moved out of the way.

When Kurt’s hand found his cock for the first time, Blaine felt pure pleasure. He couldn’t even take note of Kurt’s expression at his first sight of his cock, dropping his head into Kurt’s shoulder and moaning with the feeling. Kurt didn’t need a build up, he started fast and unforgiving, and it wasn’t long before whiteness flooded Blaine’s vision, and he bit down on Kurt’s shoulder to attempt to muffle his cry as he came.

As he came down from his high, he managed to roll his head to the side and off of Kurt’s shoulder, simply leaning against him.

“Wow,” he heard Kurt say from next to him, and Blaine finally opened his eyes to find Kurt watching him with an unfathomable expression.

“Yeah,” Blaine replied, “Wow. That was incredible, Kurt, thank you.”

“No, thank you. I have never come so hard before in my life.” Kurt said, as he lifted his hands to wrap around Blaine. He stopped, however, when he saw what they were covered with. “Oh my God, we should clean up.” He got up from the couch before Blaine could stop him, and came back a few seconds later with a damp towel. He cleaned his own hands before moving to clean Blaine’s.

When they were both clean, and returned to suitable levels of dress, they snuggled close together.

“I’m so glad that you’re the one I get to share this stuff with,” Blaine said softly into Kurt’s chest where he was lying. “Not just because it’s sex, and it feels amazing, but because I couldn’t imagine trusting someone else with me like this.”

“I know how you feel,” Kurt said, and Blaine could hear the smile in his voice. “I trust you so much, but I was still freaked out to let you see me so vulnerable.”

“It means so much to me,” Blaine said, lifting his head to look Kurt in the eyes, “that you did.” He smiled before continuing, “I was so terrified to have that talk with you. I felt like you thought I was going to tie you up and make you take it or something.” He chuckled to himself.

“Yeah, it might be a bit soon for that. But let’s not count that plan out yet, okay?” Kurt replied.

Blaine felt blood rush to his face-as well as some other areas- at Kurt’s words. “What?” Blaine spluttered, trying not to let Kurt know how turned on he was already from the thought.

Kurt just laughed. “Love you, Blaine.”

Blaine snuggled back down onto Kurt’s chest.

“Love you, Kurt.”

End Notes: I want to say thank you again for the reviews, they really mean so much to me! Also, nervous about posting smut? Nope, not me. *Dies quickly in nervous spasm.

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Wow. Even though I've read some intense smut, this was HOT! Thanks!