Chapter 15 The next step! warnings for smut! Sexy perfection smut! whoo! Long time coming!

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"I need you Kurt..." Blaine said now, with them making out and his hands sprunched in Kurts brown locks.

Blaine's hands had a nice grip on Kurt's lower back.

"Blaine wait, i-" Kurt panted. "I don't want to get all sweaty."

Blaine bit his lip in thought, and backed away from Kurt a bit. "Then shower with me."

Kurt's mouth opened, a bit shocked by the request, but his eyes gazed at Blaine's full lips, then back up to his eyes.

Those perfect amber orbs, brown right around the irises, and forest green surrounding them.

He bit his lip, suddenly feeling more eager than surprised. "Okay."

Kurt's Pov:

Okay, I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't deathly terrified right now. My sexier than sexy boyfriend, with his defined muscles and upper chest exposed and sweaty, is leading me towards the showers in the locker room of Dalton Academy. It was well after 6 pm so no one would be here. There was a chance that some of the boys who board at Dalton during the week could come in, but it was unlikely, according to Blaine, and apparently the after school sports rush of boys are all usually gone by 6 at the latest.

That's why he comes here after 5:30, so that he is free to box in peace.
But I am scared because Blaine and I haven't done anything more than hand-jobs and grinding with clothes on, and even that was just an add on of our making out on top of each other; we hadn't intentionally grinded on each other.
The questions I have to ask are these;

Do I want to go further than making out and getting each other off with hands,

yes.
Am I ready?
Maybe.
Do I know how I want to move forward?

Not completely.

Do I want to stop Blaine from leading me to the shower?

Absolutely not.
The sexual tension between Blaine and I during the past few weeks has been very obvious. I actually almost went down on Blaine last weekend. We made it a habit to make out on my couch when my dad has to go into the shop for a few hours during the weekend, much to my appreciation. I texted Blaine that we had a clear house, and he came right over. Thank god to that best friend of mine for living down the block.

I even wanted to partially thank his dad for making him spend time with her when he wasn't at Warblers practice. If he was home, it would've taken him two hours to get to me, and we wouldn'tve had any time to.... mess around.

Though, he is usually with me at the same time that he is with Savvy. (even when his dad tells him to go over to her house). Last weekend though, he was there with her alone, and still ended up with me.

I should probably feel bad about that.

But I don't.

Finn was at Quinn's, and Carole always works on Saturdays. Which is what led to me almost going down on my perfect boyfriend.

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"Ku-Kurt....God your hands are perfect."
I squeezed the head of his shaft, my thumb brushing the middle, dragging a string of pre-come with it.
I have to admit, when I am the cause of him to writhing beneath me in pleasure, it is the damn hottest thing EVER!
I sped up my strokes a little, not enough to be rapid, but enough to have him panting with the speed. His back began to arch just a bit, and when he did it, my mouth was literally an inch from his length. I licked my lips, because I seriously think that I had never wanted something in my mouth more.
My hands stopped pulling at his skin, and I looked up into his eyes with my question.
He met my gaze right away, and knew what I was asking. “Yeah.”
He looked at his erection, then back at me. With a shaky breath, he said, "Kurt?"
As I was ready to sink my lips down over him, the front door opened.

Shock crossed my features as I jumped to sit beside Blaine, and look less disheveled. Blaine pushed his cock away and buttoned his pants with a quickness I have never seen before, and I scrambled to grab the T.V. remote.
"Kurt? You still home?" My dad called.
"Y-yeah." Damn my stutter.
I heard my dads footsteps coming down the hall to the den and I threw a pillow into Blaine's lap, seeing that the hard on in his jeans, that he was trying to will away was not cooperating.
"Hey Kurt, how was- Oh! Blaine's here."
"Hi Mr. Hummel" he squeaked out.
Oh god, could he be more obvious.
"I told u kid. Burt."
"H-hi Burt."

He was looking over both of us, no doubt seeing the evidence of our previous activities. My hair is a mess from Blaine's hands in it, my lips swollen from my constant biting of them in my contemplation to take things one step further with my boyfriend, and Blaine is fidgeting, and looking nowhere in particular.
"Say Kurt... I don't remember giving the okay for Blaine to be here while there's no adults home."
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I got a lecture that night like you wouldn't believe. 'Kurt, I don't want you rushing into things before you're ready.' 'I don't want Blaine in the house when there is no one home.' Etc etc.
But I'm almost 17. My dad needs to understand.

And I swear, ever since that day, all I can think about, is what Blaine tastes like.

Blaine took off his damp gray tank top and slipped out of his shoes. I took the shirt from his hands and set it on the bench beside us.
My eyes never left his, and they were telling him everything he needed to know. He stepped an inch in front of me and UN-tucked my plaid green button down. He started at the top button and undid each one quickly, but somehow still tantalizingly slow. My breath shuddered with Blaine caressing my shoulders as he pushed the sleeves down my arms, and then, just like that, we were bare chest to bare chest.

Even this, which wasn't new for us, (we'd made out shirtless before. Of course we were in the water in a heated hot tub, and only got to kiss for few seconds.) but still, this is very very erotic and nerve-wracking.

“Are you really okay with this? Showering with me?" Blaine asked, and I could hear the desire in his voice, feel the stress in his grip on my hips, and see the trust in his eyes. If I said I didn't want to right now, he wouldn't push it. I know he wouldn't.
But I do want to. I really want to.
"I'm okay with it. I want to." I breathed, and I pulled his undone jeans along with his boxers, down his legs, and he stepped out of them. He turned and reached to turn on the shower and turned back to grab my hands. I licked my lips and took off my belt. My hands were a little shaky, and Blaine surely noticed, because he undid my jeans, and slid them off with my briefs.
They wouldn't come off easy, seeing as they are skinny jeans and my shoes were keeping them on my ankles.
Blaine and I both laughed, as I struggled, naked and squirmy to get my pants and shoes off. When I finally did, embarrassed at my clumsiness, and was pink as can be, Blaine took my hands again. His smile at me was full of love.
Acceptance.
He pulled me to him for a kiss. And I remembered that I am the one who is supposed to be taking care of him right now.
"You're all that matters right now." I told him releasing his lips, and he backed us into the stall, shutting the door behind me.

The water was perfectly warm, and I think it just about matched my body temperature with how heated I felt. Blaine was teasingly biting my lower lip and my tongue dipped through his teeth and into his perfect mouth. I didn't even realize I was doing it, but I backed Blaine to the wall and had his arms pinned beside him. He looked down to his arms, and then back up at me with a questioning eye.
"I want to try what I was aiming for last weekend." I panted. And Blaine's eyes were blown with pure lust as his wrists fought to break free of my grip.
"Kurt...." he ghosted over my lips, and leaned to kiss me.
But I pulled back, and smiled mischievously at him. "Me first."

I kissed a line straight down his neck, starting behind his ear, to the tip of his jaw. And then did the same on the other side.
Blaine was moaning shakily and it sounded so sensual, that I was hard from that alone. I kissed his lips again, and then his chest 3 times, down his torso right to the v before his groin. I got onto my knees, and led my hands up the inside of his thigh and I gripped his hard on.
His very very hard, hard on.
It felt heavy in my hands. And warm. Very warm.
I looked up at him and his head was thrown back onto the wall.
That was the only answer I needed. I slipped the tip of his warmth into my mouth, and he moaned a response.
"Ah... Kurt."
I put my lips halfway down it and started to suck like it was my favorite flavor of lollipop.

I didn't know how something could taste so plain, and yet so distinctly amazing at the same time.
Blaine's cock tasted.. an interesting mix of salty, but sweet, and I swear I could live off of it.
I let my head bob up and down it to the middle, but I didn't take it in deeper yet. I don't want to ruin the moment by going to deep too fast and making myself gag. I've never done this after all.
"Oh god." Blaine panted out, and my cheeks squeezed a bit around him.
I pulled back to nibble the head, with just a slight graze of my teeth, and Blaine shuddered.
"Gah. Oh. Kurt.. Oah!"
Alright then, I must be doing this right.

Good.

Because I could get used to this. Blaine tastes perfect, sweet, and yet sweaty, and it's hot.
And amazing. I sunk back down on him, and went farther this time until his length reached the beginning of my throat, and I realized I had his full shaft in my mouth.
"Oh. Ku- oh."

The harder I sucked him into my cheeks, the less coherent he became and it was way too sexy. When I felt his hands twine in my hair, he didn't pull, just rested them in the strands, I gripped his left thigh and sunk as deep as I could get without gagging. I got so much harder as Blaine's whole body twitched.
"Oh my god Kurt, I’m-"
He was pulling my hair a bit now, by doing so, telling me to pull my head away from his throbbing cock.
"K-Kurt, I'm- I need to come."
I know. I can taste the salty start of it fighting to leak free. But I don't know if I am ready to swallow yet. I'll wait until he is right at the end. Completely ready.
And he's not there just yet, so I kept sucking.
I can pull off right before he comes. But I know I can get him closer to the edge. And he tastes too amazing to let go.
I took the hand I had digging into his thigh, and brought it further up to massage his balls, and then he was right there.
"Oh shi-, Kurt! Please- I have to- God Kurt I'm co-" 
And I pulled off with a last sucking sound at the tip.

I started to stroke him through his orgasm with my hand slower than I should've, but I wanted to tease just a little.
A few streams of white come leaked out of Blaine's cock with my jerking hand helping him let it all go.
I watched the come flow down the drain and I stood to be face to face with Blaine, my hand still gripping his member, that was somehow not limp yet.
"You- Kurt you, God. That was so-...."

“Amazing?”

He nodded slowly, and he looked like he didn't know what to do with himself now.
I just smiled deviously, and kissed his lips. He could no doubt taste his pre-come on my tongue, and he moaned into the kiss and grabbed my ass and squeezed. I think I somehow just got harder than I was a second ago. My erection was actually painful. I know what he can do with himself........

I let go of his shaft, and it sprung forward to rest beside mine, and I swear I almost came.

I hitched a breath, and Blaine took his cue. “You can't come yet, I didn't get my turn.”

I shivered and Blaine sunk his teeth into my neck and sucked. It felt like he might even be biting, but I didn't care because he could suck me like that any day! If he feels that good on my neck-

Oh god! Those thoughts were sent straight to my erection, and it twitched, threatening to spill over right then and there.

“Blaine..” I whispered. “Please suck me.”

I was honestly surprised that I voiced that aloud. But i'm glad I did because without a split second warning, Blaine grabbed my shoulders, shifted me to be against the wall, and he sunk to his knees to my previous position. Before I could even take a breath, he took me quickly into his mouth. He sucked my length with swiftness, like he needed it.

He had a bit more width to his friend than I do, but I had him beat in length by an inch and a half or so, and yet still, he was sucking me all the way down. His lips kissed my pubic bone with every bob, and he deserved a freaking medal! This was going to be over in about a second.

“Blaine.. I'm not gonna last if you keep- Oh!” I moaned, as I felt his fingers tickle my nuts, in just the right spot. I was coming. And I didn't even get to warn him well enough. And as I felt the first drop of come escape my cock, Blaine sunk his mouth as deep as it could go, and then sucked harder. He slowly pulled his lips back, dragging a streak of my come out simultaneously, and he must've swallowed because he didn't spit it out. And god damnit was that ever hot!

How did he learn to do all of this?

He pulled off of my cock with a pop, and then used a steady and stroking hand to drain my remaining cream.

As I was going limp in his hand, I felt a little embarrassed. When I pulled off of Blaine, he was still hard.

“God Blaine...” I moaned out, despite my internal question.

Blaine moved a hand to his own cock and stroked it rapidly, and in less than a minute, he was spilling himself onto the tile. “Kurt.”

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I gazed over at Blaine from the mirrors and just sighed dreamily at him. He was combing through his curls, the water from the shower keeping them flattened down for now. He combed them to the side making it look like like it was gelled, but not quite. The curls still curled at the ends where they came together and fell limply.

His hair is one of my weaknesses. His curls make me weak at the knees, no exaggeration. I didn't even bother asking for the comb so I could fix my own post shower hair. I just walked up to him, and put my arms around his waist, leaned forward, and put my head on his shoulder.

“I love you.” I murmured in his ear.

“I love you more Kurt.” He said resting his head backward.

He got out of my hold on him and faced me. Twining my fingers through his locks, to mess up his freshly combed hair, I asked, “Really? You think so?” I said still pulling curls out of their coiff. I like them better curly, and he knows it.

“I know so. “ he said, kissing my lips lightly, and grabbing his jacket from beside him. He strutted out of the locker room, turning back to me with a smug grin on his face, before stepping into the school.

“We'll see about that...” I said to myself when he was too far way to hear.

I shut his locker, and followed him out, jogging a bit to catch up to him.

I grabbed his hand as I trotted up beside him, and he brought it straight to his mouth and kissed it. If we weren't walking, I would've put my head onto his shoulder and just let it rest there. I wanted to feel his hands running through my hair, and have the both of us lounge all day while watching a marathon of Real Housewives of New Jersey. But he probably hadn't been home yet, and his parents probably wanted him to get home and give them the news.

Sigh...... I guess I have to wait until the weekend to relax with him. He's worth the wait though. And can I really ask for more when my boyfriend and I just gave each other amazing oral sex?

Oh my god, I just had sex.....

Just oral sex, but still. I just had sex. And I am okay. I am more than okay actually. I feel like I am walking on cloud nine, and wouldn't come down if my life depended on it. Blaine was perfect and amazing, and I feel like the luckiest boy in the world.

We approached the first hall right before we'd be out of the building when we saw David, Trent and Nick on a couch near the schools exit.

“Blaine? Kurt?”

They quickly ran over to us and leaned in for hugs.

“Hey you guys! How are you?” I exclaimed excitedly. I hadn't seen any of them in weeks since I transferred back to Mckinley.

They reached to hug Blaine as well as they answered. “Were good you know, just preparing for prom with Crawford country day. It's so hard to get a date.” Trent said, flustered.

But David was eye-ing me hard, and Nick was gawking at Blaine with a wide open mouth.

“What?!” Blaine exclaimed, blushing madly.

“Why are you two all wet?” Trent asked, with his hands on his hips.

Nick just nodded and eyed us with the same questioning stare.

Blaine and I just let go of each others hands and stared at our feet.

God this was sooooo not gonna end well.

“You dirty dogs!!” David shouted with a grin that was probably painful, it was so wide.

I blushed like a tomato now, and wanted to run to my car, and hide away for a year.

“Okay, just tell me which shower you used so I can NEVER go in there!” Nick protested, and I swear, as Blaine started laughing, and I thought I was going to die.

Oh God!

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Blaine Pov

My friends bringing up prom made me think about Kurt. Kurt is a junior, and Mckinley has their prom like, next week, just like Dalton does. I am wondering if he is going to ask me. I haven't even thought a little bit about the fact that the end of the school year is approaching. Things have been so insane since April, I haven't thought anything really other than, “Kurt, Kurt, find a job, Kurt, Savannah is pregnant, Kurt,” and now, since this afternoon, “Oh god I am having twins.”

Prom would be such a perfect excuse to spend endless time with my boyfriend for an entire night, and forget my worries and troubles, and just be.

Klaine, is what all of our friends call us, well that's what I want to be able to be. Even if it's at a dance. (Which I am kind of worried more than I’ll let on about going to.)

I can't ask him, because I am only a sophomore, and don't have a prom to ask him to, and it'd just be ridiculous to ask him to the prom at HIS school. I suppose all I can do is hope that he asks me.

Watching Kurt's navigator drive away, I climbed into my Prius and started the car.

I wish Kurt didn't have to get home. I wish I didn't have to get home. There just isn't one good thing about home right now.

Kurt was able to reassure me a little bit that having twins wouldn't really be that bad. He said he'd be able to babysit anytime he needed him, unless he was in school, or glee club. One big thing that he got me to accept though;.......

I need to take that job.

I don;t really have a choice now. Minimum wage just won't cut it now. Hell, my dad was probably right, it wouldn't have cut it for one baby. Now two?

There's no way.

Before I pulled out of the lot at bread sticks, where Kurt and I shamelessly shared a mandatory after sex dinner, Kurt called it, (I cracked up at his hilarious no filter, no shame attitude) my phone buzzed.

It was almost 8 o'clock, and I was supposed to be home for dinner, and take Savannah with me.

But, I didn't actually ask her. I said I would, but I forgot. I was at Kurt's when my dad expected to ask her though, and I wasn't supposed to be there.

Crap.

Get your ass home now! The text read, and I knew already, that I was in trouble.

Great.

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Savannah's Pov

“Come hang out with me tonight when you're done, and then you can tell me how he is doing.” I told Kurt as he rushed me out of the car so that he could go and find Blaine.

“Okay, I will. Bye.”

I went up to my house, and plopped on the couch as soon as I reached it.

I was exhausted.

I started to doze off to sleep for a while. I dreamed of literally the past few weeks. My mind raced through everything I have been through since New years eve, and I wasn't sleeping restfully at all.

By the time I opened my eyes, the clock on the wall said 8:06, and it was dark outside. I realized that no one woke me up and It is way too quiet in here.

Wait, where's Justin? Mom and dad probably left a note on the table or something.

I got up too fast though, and felt a spell of dizzy-ness wash over me, and too soon, I wasn't standing anymore. Everything went black.

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Blaine Pov

I drove straight to Savannah's house. I would much rather sow up late to dinner with Savannah on my side, than come home without her on my arm and hear my dad bitch about how irresponsible I was. I'll just tell him that the appointment ran long, she got hungry, and I took her out to eat. And then after glee, she was tired and wanted to go home, so I took her home to nap, and stayed with her until she woke up. I crashed as well after a few minutes, and we lost track of time.

Perfect. He'll buy that. And honestly, he'll probably just be happy by me saying that we both fell asleep together.

Ha, I chuckled to myself. He'd burst a kidney if he knew what how i'd really spent this afternoon.

Having sex with my boyfriend.

Holy crap, I had sex with Kurt. 'Remember, oral sex is always still classified as sex.' I remember reading.

Kurt and I gave each other oral sex. And it was incredible. I smiled at the bliss and couldn't contain it as I turned on the radio and drove the few miles down the road to Savannah's house.

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Kurt!

Kurt is here! My brain cheered as I parked right next to Kurt's SUV and hopped out of the car, but I was kind of more curious than excited when I saw Kurt standing at the door.

“Kurt, what are you doing here?” I asked him. As I approached his side, I pecked his lips, and he hugged me back.

“I told Savannah i'd come by and let her know if you're ok, but, it doesn't look like anyone's home.” He said, but he looked worried.

“Oh. Ok, but why do you look so worried?” I asked palming his arm.

He just pulled out his phone, and dialed a number.

After a few seconds we heard through the door, Savannah's ringtone for Kurt.

“Like a comet pulled from orbit, as it passes a sun, by a stream that meets a boulder halfway through the wood. Who can say if i've been changed for the better, because I knew you....”

The chorus of 'for good' played twice through, but no one answered. My gut immediately filled with worry. If Savannah wasn't here, why is her phone still here?

I tried the door, and it was unlocked so I didn't hesitate to go in. It felt a little uncomfortable considering this isn't my house to just be walking into, but I was really concerned!

Kurt was right at my heels as I walked into the front hall, and burst into the living room upon seeing Savannah on the floor in front of the couch.

Passed out.

“Savannah!” Kurt and I both yelled in unison.

Kurt ran to her and lifted her head to check her pulse, and hear her breath, while i crouched to her side and put both hands on her stomach (as if it would do anything). It was thankfully resting in the air, and she fell onto her back, and not on her stomach.

Thank god.

“She's breathing.” Kurt said with a hint of relief. “Call 911.”

I pulled out my phone, but kept one hand resting on her stomach.

“Please be okay.” I whispered as I waited for the call to go through. And I wasn't sure if I was talking to Savannah or.........

I looked up at Kurt feeling her forehead, listening to hear her breathing, and then I looked at my hand that was still resting on her stomach, and in an instant, I felt a little flutter and thump, hit my palm.

“911 what's you emergency?”

My jaw was wide open, and I was frozen. A baby just kicked my hand. In that moment, i realized, that I was referring to all three of them. Savannah, and the babies. “Please be okay.” I said again.

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