Kurt’s eyes fluttered as he started to wake up, and he tried to open them, but snapped them shut at the bright light shining through his window on his face. He groaned softly and rolled over. Suddenly, he was aware of a pair of arms wrapped around him and hot breath hitting his face. When he opened his eyes with a snap, he found himself face-to-face with Blaine, their noses just touching, and he opened his mouth, letting out a gasp.
Kurt tried to roll away, but Blaine’s iron grip kept him in place. Blaine might have been short, but his muscle mass more than made up for it. “Blaine,” he whispered frantically, afraid someone would come downstairs and see them. “Let me go!”
Blaine made a grunting noise in his sleep and pulled Kurt even closer, lips twitching into a smile.
“Damn it Blaine, let me go!” he said louder, wiggling his body in an attempt to get away. When he did, he felt something under the blanket tickle his arm. He gulped and looked down, eyes widening to the size of dinner plates. Under the covers, he could see that Blaine was shirtless. He was in bed, with a shirtless boy. He tried to keep his gaze upwards towards Blaine’s face, but he couldn’t help himself and looked downward at the other boy’s bare chest. Blaine had a nice body, he had to admit. Normally, Kurt wasn’t a big fan of chest hair, but on Blaine, he found himself strangely attracted.
Blaine groaned in his sleep again, and Kurt looked up as he started to roll over in his sleep. Before he knew what was happening, their lips had crushed together. Kurt’s eyes closed against his will, and he opened them again a moment later when Blaine rolled onto his back again, separating their lips, and tried not to whine.
Kurt stared at the ceiling for a moment, breathing slowly in and out. “Great,” he sighed finally, looking at Blaine before closing his eyes and stretching his arms out. “My first real kiss and he’s asleep.”
Wondering if he should kick Blaine off of the bed to wake him up, he started when a voice rang out next to him. “Who said I was asleep?” He turned his head to the side to see Blaine, a goofy grin on his face, looking impish and confident. “I knew you couldn’t resist my charm.”
“Please,” Kurt said scoffing, a bit surprised that he could keep his voice even when it felt like his heart was going to pound out of his chest and run a marathon. “You have as much charm as a-“ Blaine grabbed at his hips, pulling them so they were face to face once more, and he gasped in surprise. Blaine raised his eyebrow at Kurt, silently challenging him.
Before Kurt could register what was happening, or even tell Blaine to let him go, Blaine had closed any distance between them, crashing their lips together once again. Kurt let out a soft moan, unable to help himself. Blaine grinned against his lips, taking the moan as an approval, and tilted their heads to get a better angle, kissing Kurt softly, gently nipping at his bottom lip.
Kurt was at war within himself. The rational part of his brain was telling him to push Blaine away. Blaine was probably using him and would leave him heartbroken. However, his downstairs brain told him to pull Blaine closer and kiss him senseless, because Blaine’s lips felt really nice on his own. Trying to decide what he should do, he stayed still while Blaine held him by the hips and kept kissing him.
Blaine made his decision for him when he rolled them across the bed, ending up on top of Kurt, straddling him and slipping his tongue inside of his mouth, exploring every inch with the tip. When Kurt gasped sharply out of surprise, he pulled back to look at him, his eyes dark. “Problem?”
Kurt lost control at the sound of Blaine’s voice, low and gravelly, and he reached his hands back to clutch at Blaine’s hair roughly, pulling until Blaine was just an inch away. “Shut. Up,” He growled before crashing their mouths together. This time, Blaine moaned as Kurt licked into his mouth, and he felt a surge of courage. He ran his hands down Blaine’s bare chest as they kissed slowly for a moment. When he reached the bottom of Blaine’s abdomen, near the waistband of his pants, Blaine gasped. He smiled and pulled his hand back up to cup Blaine’s face.
“Fuck,” Blaine exclaimed, his voice a low whisper. He lifted himself up on his hands and arched his back before rolling his hips down. Kurt squeaked as he felt Blaine’s hard on against his own, and bit down on Blaine’s lip. As they kissed, Kurt could feel Blaine’s tongue ring against his own tongue, and he felt himself getting even more turned on.
They kept kissing, holding each other by the waists and rubbing their hips together. It soon became too much for Kurt, and he pulled away, panting. “Blaine,” he said, breathing heavier as Blaine’s mouth started to explore the expanse of his neck. He tried to push Blaine away, but Blaine just grumbled and kept kissing him. “Blaine, I- I can’t-“
A knock at the door leading upstairs startled them both, and Blaine rolled off of Kurt to slide under the bed. Kurt realized that Blaine had probably done this too many times with other boys and he tried to keep furious tears from flowing by looking up at the ceiling and blinking fast. They were definitely never doing that again. As soon as he felt like he had a grip on his emotions, he stood up and tried to straighten his clothes. “You do this a lot, I see?” he hissed angrily, keeping his voice down. He could hear Burt calling his name through the door, so he got off the bed to approach the door.
Blaine’s hand grabbed his leg, bringing him to a halt. He pressed a light kiss against Kurt’s ankle bone, making sure not to talk just in case anyone could hear him through the door. Despite himself and his anger, Kurt smiled and continued to walk up to the door.
When he opened the door, Burt was standing there with his arms crossed and a frown etched upon his face. “Why was the door locked?” he asked immediately, glancing behind him suspiciously.
“Sorry, the movie scared the crap out of me, and I didn’t want anyone coming down or else I would have screamed bloody murder,” Kurt replied with a plastered on smile.
“Okay,” Burt said in a suspecting tone. “You’re not doing drugs down here, are you?”
Kurt chuckled. “No dad, of course not, that’s ridiculous.” He let out an offended snort when he said it, and that must have convinced Burt he was telling the truth about the drugs.
Burt hummed, and while he was convinced he wasn’t doing drugs, he still looked as if he thought something was up. “Well can you come and help me make breakfast?”
Kurt, sure this was a plan of Burt’s as he watched Kurt for hesitation, and said “Yeah” right away before following him into the kitchen. He helped cook omelets, only yelling at Burt once when he had almost burned them, but apologizing soon after. After he had eaten, he excused himself from the table and returned back downstairs, closing his door again on the way down.
He looked around, frowning when he didn’t see Blaine anywhere. Glancing under the bed and not seeing him there either, he sighed and decided to just take his shower now. Kurt strode into his bathroom, stripping himself from his shirt.
He jumped with a shriek when someone let out a low whistle behind him. “Blaine, I thought you left!” he said, surprised, trying to cover his naked chest with the shirt.
Blaine was grinning at him again, leaning against the doorway, one leg folded behind the other. “What, and miss this?” he questioned, walking up to Kurt. “Not for the world.” He stroked Kurt’s face with his thumb.
Kurt squirmed out of his grip, scowling. “I’m taking a shower. You-“ he pointed to the bed, ignoring the smirk he received, “-right there. And don’t move.”
“Yessir,” Blaine said with a bow.
Kurt closed the bathroom door, cursing when he remembered that there was no lock. Instead of completely stripping, he wrapped a towel around his waist before pulling his pants and boxers down. He quite literally hopped into the shower, nearly causing himself to slip and fall. Yelling out, he caught himself before he went tumbling down, knocking over some conditioner bottles.
The door creaked open, and he looked past the curtain to see Blaine’s head sticking through the open slit in the doorway. He squeaked, and pulled the curtain, keeping his body covered. “What are you-“
“Just checking to see if you were okay,” Blaine said immediately, throwing his hands up in surrender. He glanced down at the little bit of Kurt’s leg that was visible and grinned. “Looks like everything is fine,” he added, winking at Kurt. Kurt blushed and covered himself more. Blaine chuckled darkly before leaving, closing the door behind himself.
Kurt rolled his eyes and showered, scrubbing his face and neck, not caring about how it would mess up his skin. When he was completely cleaned, he searched on the floor with his hands to find the towel he had dropped. Turning the shower off, he wrapped the towel around himself before stepping out.
He went to grab his boxers from the sink ledge when he realized they weren’t there anymore. Groaning, he walked into the bedroom, hair dripping water, wondering how Blaine had even gotten them in the first place. “Blaine, I swear-“ he started before looking around, Blaine nowhere in sight. His boxers were placed on the bed, and he grumbled, putting them on.
Kurt dried his hair with the towel before tossing it back onto the bathroom floor. After he got dressed, he heard the doorbell ring and trudged upstairs. When he opened the door leading to the upstairs hallway, he could see his front door opened. Looking again, he saw that Blaine was standing at the door talking to his father.
“Door for you,” Burt said when he saw that Kurt was up there once again. He passed by Kurt, leaving the door halfway opened for him.
Kurt hesitantly opened the door as Blaine grinned lopsidedly at him. “What are you doing here Blaine?” he asked, exasperated.
“I’m taking you out on a date,” was all Blaine said, gripping Kurt’s hand and pulling him outside.