Sugar Baby

Eleven

Blaine awoke with the rise of the dawn, grey light creeping across the room and turning liquid shadows to tangible objects. Kurt lay next to him, breathing deeply enough to still be asleep, but the gleam of his eyes was clear in the light filtering through the gap between the curtains. "Kurt, please don't pretend to be asleep, please talk to me," he murmured, reaching out to skate his palm lightly down Kurt's arm, a gentle caress that made Kurt shiver and the corners of his mouth twitch slightly upwards before he rolled onto his side and locked his arms around himself, shutting him out again.

"I'm mad at you," he said petulantly. "You think this is easy for me but it's not, Blaine, it really, really isn't. I'm only sixteen, for God's sake, and I've uprooted my entire semblance of a life to be with someone who doesn't even care enough to lay off when I'm upset about my entire life turning upside-down and he's just suddenly turned into a horny teenager around the hot guy who he used to loudly sleep with every night."

"Kurt, who told you about Sebastian and I?" Blaine asked, mind spinning with sudden memories of nights spent exploring long, lithe bodies, tongues and hands and lips and teeth on sweat-slick, wanting flesh, blurring the back of Kurt's head into mere colours and facets.

"Oh, why does it matter who, it was public knowledge!" Kurt shouted, rolling over to face Blaine, eyes flashing with anger and cheeks growing scarlet. "Rachel spilled everything to the press, and I ripped those articles into shreds! I ripped them into shreds because I idolised you so much and I always found Sebastian a slimy bastard and I was so jealous that he got to touch you and kiss you and be with you and now, now, when I finally have that chance, he's always here, making fun of me and smirking at me because he had you first and he could still have you with a sideways glance and a snap of his fingers!"

Kurt went to stand up, Blaine watching him with the duvet bunched around his waist, completely unsure of what to say and floundering in this new relationship territory, but staggered and collapsed back into the mattress, cupping his forehead in his hands. "Are you okay?" Blaine asked, scrambling across the bed and gently squeezing Kurt's shoulder, sliding his hand down slowly, with every inch as Kurt didn't smack him away, to curve around his waist and rest against his still-flat stomach. "Did you get dizzy? Do you want me to call an ambulance?"

"I'm fine, I just tried to get up too fast, let go of me," Kurt protested. Reluctantly, Blaine did let go, but Kurt collapsed again when he tried to stand up, and Blaine caught him, tugging him back into the bed even when he wriggled and snapped at him, delivering a stinging open-palmed smack to his side. "Blaine, stop it, I'm fine and I'm so angry with you."

"Come on, you can't do this to yourself, Kurt, stay in bed and I'll bring breakfast to you, you need to eat something," Blaine said, squeezing Kurt's knee through the blankets and getting up to dress, making sure to cover as much skin as possible and avoid making Kurt any angrier. "Anything you really want?"

"Pancakes, please, with chocolate sauce and apples," Kurt said, sneaking down under the blankets, looking young and innocent and afraid. At Blaine's sceptical raised eyebrow, he added, "I'm pregnant."

Blaine smiled fondly at him and slipped out of the door, finding the kitchen downstairs empty for once, and very little noise filling the house, indicating that no one except himself, Kurt and Sam were in, and Sam was probably still in bed. Once he was done cooking, he slipped back upstairs and found Kurt in the same place, sitting up slowly and sniffing at the air in satisfaction as Blaine clicked the door shut behind him and sat down on the edge of the bed, lifting his black coffee from the tray and curling up against the pillows when Kurt beckoned him a little closer.

"I'm sorry," he said after a long moment of silence. "I've been awful to you, and I really haven't thought about what you're going through. I know everything's changing really fast for you, and I'm sorry for not taking notice." He laid his hand over Kurt's on the bed, drawing him closer. "I promise I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Kurt smiled at him for a moment, looking down at their entwined fingers on the bed, then the tray set over his thighs went flying as he launched himself into Blaine's arms, one hand hooked around the back of his neck and the other tugging desperately at the drawstrings of his pants, until Blaine broke away to peel off his own clothes, laying Kurt out of the bed, beautiful and pale and angelic, a person no other man or woman alive could hold the slightest candle to.

"Kurt, I promise, no one can ever compare to you," Blaine murmured against Kurt's lips, pulling away and smiling down at him, framing his face with his hands. "You're so beautiful."

Kurt glowed as Blaine dropped back on top of him to kiss him sweetly, and made love to him in the early morning light, endless kissing and whispering and holding until they finally rolled away from each other with soft smiles on their faces, sated and quivering and still holding hands.

Kurt finally got up an hour later, feeling warm and glowing and joyful from Blaine making love to him, his heart swelling with every time the memories flooded over him, a flush creeping up his neck into his cheeks as Blaine stood first, steadying him when he carefully got to his feet. Pulling one of Blaine's T-shirts and a pair of loose-fitting sweats on, Kurt giggled when Blaine chuntered over the stains sinking into the carpet where Kurt had sent his breakfast flying to throw himself into Blaine's warm arms.

The house seemed virtually empty as they wandered downstairs to make themselves another breakfast after Kurt had sent theirs flying, and Blaine drew Kurt close to him to whisper, "Everyone finally decided to go back to their own homes, and Sam's over at Quinn's for drinks and organising appropriate answers for her next interview. It's just the two of us."

Blaine drew Kurt into the kitchen with one hand, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist and they swayed in each other's arms on the perfectly shined tiles. Kurt looked up suddenly at a creak overhead, but Blaine covered his mouth and kissed his forehead. "It's an old house, sometimes floors creak," he assured him. "No one's here, I promise." He took his hand away and leaned in for a long, sweet kiss, Kurt smiling and sighing against his mouth, knees turning to jelly at the tenderness of the kiss.

When he saw Sebastian, the perpetrator of the creaking and apparently actually in the house, hovering in the shadows just outside the doorway, clearly wanting to talk to Blaine, he pulled Blaine up against him and kissed him hard, draping his arms around Blaine's neck as the familiar hands on his waist steadied him, grounding him from simply floating away into ecstasy when Blaine kissed back, tracing Kurt's lower lip with his tongue and pushing him back against the counter, the edges digging into Kurt's lower back as Blaine's hips pressed him back. "I thought you didn't want to have too much sex right now," Blaine murmured against his neck as Kurt expertly unbuttoned his shirt, lifting himself up onto the counter and winding his legs around Blaine's waist. "You said you didn't want to bruise the baby with all the violent movement."

"I want you so bad," Kurt whispered, voice low and hoarse and desperate as he tightened his legs around Blaine to draw him in close, sliding his hands down Blaine's bare chest. "Please, Daddy, please help me. It hurts so much, I need you in me, need you to make it better." He smirked at Sebastian, staring boldly at them, as Blaine bent him back over the counter, pulling his shirt over his head, fingertips playing around the waistband of his sweats.

"It looks like you're starting to get a little bump here," Blaine said wonderingly, leaning down to kiss at Kurt's stomach, swirling his tongue around his belly button. "This is real. It's really happening." He looked up at Kurt, eyes bright. "You're really having my baby."

Kurt shimmied quickly out of his sweats, teasing at the waistband of Blaine's plaid pyjama pants with his feet, watching Blaine shiver and his eyelids flutter. He trailed his toes down over the hot, hard line of Blaine's erection, relishing in the loud, broken groan dragged from Blaine's lips, and leaned close to whisper, "I want it in me, Daddy. Want you to use me like a toy. Mark me, I'm yours, your little slut."

Blaine growled and shoved his pants down, pushing Kurt onto his back and pressing smoothly into him, as Kurt cried out and dug his nails into Blaine's back, raising his head slightly to see Sebastian still watching them, his eyes trained on Blaine's ass. Jealousy flared hot and bitter through him and he pushed Blaine back, sitting up and looking at him from under his lashes as he murmured, "Daddy, I need it against the wall. I need it to leave bruises, I need to how much and how well you take care of me."

The wall creaked out as they both crashed back against it, Kurt arching an eyebrow at Sebastian's shadow in the doorway as Blaine hooked his legs around his waist and kissed him hard, holding his head in place to keep it from banging against the wall, fucking him hard and fast, so unlike making love in brightening dawn light, with Sebastian hovering in the doorway and Kurt smirking at him before throwing his head back with a cry, ripping red lines into Blaine's back with the slide of his nails.

Sebastian's eyes were still clearly trained on Blaine's ass, heavy and dark with liquid lust, and Kurt glared, sucking his finger into his mouth, Blaine's eyes widening and his lips curling in a smirk as he apparently realised Kurt's plan. With a smirk, Kurt clung to Blaine with one hand and trailed the other down his back to circle Blaine's rim with one spit-slick fingers before sliding it in as much as he could.

Blaine's moan rumbled deep in his chest, and he pressed his forehead against Kurt's shoulder, rocking back and forth between Kurt's finger and the slick heat enveloping him until he came with a shout, kissing Kurt's neck and holding him still as he shuddered violently before almost collapsing to the floor. "Oh, you are perfect," Blaine murmured roughly, and Kurt hugged him close, looking over his shoulder and throwing a wink to Sebastian in the doorway.