Aug. 27, 2013, 2:01 p.m.
Finding Magic: Chapter 4
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Chapter 4
They spent a lazy day in bed, Blaine propped up on pillows reading the story of Tinkerbell while Kurt lounged on Blaine's shoulder, laying on his stomach, chin resting on his hands and feet in the air with his ankles crossed. Blaine let Kurt look at each picture for as long as he wanted before turning the page.
It was shortly after they finished the book that Blaine's dad yelled through the door. Blaine's eyes had a watery shine as he left the room and he'd tried to explain why, but Kurt only understood that it had something to do with his parents. Kurt's disappointment at being left alone again faded when Blaine let him watch more Tinkerbell on his phone. He thought he knew the names of all the fairies and he was figuring out most of what was happening. Probably. These fairies acted more like humans than any of his friends did.
A loud chiming sound interrupted the movie and it cut away to an image of a smiling boy that Kurt recognized as Blaine's brother from the pictures in the other room. Kurt huffed in annoyance. He wanted to see more Tinkerbell. There was a red rectangle and a green one on near the boy's chin. He touched the green one. A male's voice began speaking. "What happened?" wailed Kurt. Had he damaged it? What was Blaine going to say? Well, wasn't like he'd understand most of what Blaine would have to say about it even if he was furious. Kurt laughed. He hadn't considered the benefits of a language barrier.
"Hello...Blaine?" the voice continued. He said hello several more times. The picture of the boy disappeared and the movie started from where it left off. Kurt wasn't sure what that was all about. Or how Blaine's brother fit in with what the fairies were doing, unless he knew them and was visiting his fairy friends.
Blaine came back with more supplies to make clothes. He smiled brightly as he watched Kurt create wearable art out of fabric, ribbon, beads and buttons. Kurt knew his sense of style was amazing and he proudly showed off each item to his husband. Blaine looked confused at the pants with the ties. Kurt felt it should have been obvious that the ties wrap around the legs, but it was clear Blaine was not appreciating his brilliance. Kurt stripped off his pants and shirt, the colored dots would look terrible with the tie pants.
A high pitched squeak escaped from Blaine's mouth. He began breathing heavily and and his eyes dilated. Kurt hadn't intended to mate with his husband right that instant, but suddenly it was all he could think about. He put his hands on the waist of the pants he'd just put on and deliberately slid them down slowly, pulling his undergarment off with them. Kurt felt powerful under Blaine's mesmerized stare. He lifted off, flying up so he could kiss Blaine's cheek.
Kurt was able to get Blaine naked with very minimal poking and prodding. Blaine lay on his back, Kurt on top and pulling on his nipple, enjoying the way he moaned Kurt's name. Kurt rubbed himself against Blaine's chest, desperate for friction. He couldn't be certain from this angle, but he suspected Blaine was stroking himself. Blaine let out a long string of words, none of which Kurt understood.
Kurt wished he could kiss Blaine on the mouth and wrap his hand around his husband's dick. Despite what they were doing, Kurt's thoughts traveled back to the dragonfly he'd made larger. The insect hadn't been hurt, just scared. And he parents had magicked it back to it's usual size with no ill effects.
Kurt pushed, reaching for the power inside, and imagined being the same size as Blaine. There was a wave of magic, Kurt felt it through out his entire body. It burned from the inside out and he clenched he eyes shut against the pain. There was a stretching, pulling sensation. Disoriented and heavy, the world tilted and he was more terrified than he had been in the car. Something had gone very wrong.
He opened his eyes.
And looked into Blaine's.
Who was the same size he was.
Kurt's eyes darted around the room, the echoes of the pain receding. Everything looked so different now that it was smaller. He'd done it.
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt and stroked his hair. He closer and pressed his lips to Kurt's, moving them gently, and moaning into the kiss. Kurt's desire spiked when Blaine thrust his hips up and Kurt found the friction he's been seeking earlier.
This was so much better than using his hand. He could feel Blaine, hard and leaking, pressed against his stomach. One hand running through Kurt's hair and the other on his waist, Blaine started grinding their hips together. Blaine spread the cheeks of Kurt's ass and used one finger to caress his hole. He gently circled the puckered muscles and slowly pushed the tip on one finger inside. Kurt clenched in surprise, thrusting at Blaine's hiss.
Blaine moved his hand away just long enough to pour some liquid on his fingers and then he was pushing a finger back inside. It felt strange and invasive. Kurt wasn't sure he liked it. He opened his mouth tell Blaine, no, when Blaine glided his finger as far as it would go and touched something inside that made Kurt see sparks. The burn was rapidly being replaced by ecstasy. Blaine began sliding in and out. It felt weird and so so good.
"Please," whispered Kurt, not exactly sure what he was asking for. "Please, Blaine." There was a stretch as Blaine removed his finger and slid two in. Kurt groaned. He'd been touching himself since his body matured, why hadn't he thought to do this? Kurt had his hands on either side of Blaine's face and they kissed as Blaine continued to thrust into him. Blaine spread his fingers apart, relaxing the muscle, and opening him up.
Kurt started babbling, telling Blaine how much he loved and trusted him and would he please please please keep doing whatever it was that he's doing because he will surly die if Blaine stopped. Blaine froze, a concerned look on his face. Kurt reached around behind him and grabbed Blaine's hand, moving it back and forth to let him know he should keep going. Blaine nodded and with a quick movement, added a third finger. They were both moaning into each others mouths more than they were than they were kissing, but Kurt didn't care. He had no words for what Blaine was doing to him or how amazing it was making him feel. Blaine twisted and spread his fingers and Kurt never wanted him to stop.
When Blaine added the fourth finger, Kurt grabbed his hand a held it still, needing a moment to adjust. He held Blaine's hand still while continuing to kiss him. Blaine licked at Kurt's lips and when Kurt gasped in surprise, Blaine pushed into his mouth. Kurt had heard his friends talking about kissing. He'd even kissed Brittany once, but it was noting like this. This left him hot and shaky and wanting to thrust against Blaine until they both came. He gently moved Blaine's hand and was confused when Blaine pulled his fingers all the way out.
"No," said Kurt, unhappy at the suddenly empty feeling. Something hard and blunt pressed at his stretched opening, and Kurt realized it was Blaine, slowing pushing his dick in. Blaine reached between them to stroke Kurt's leaking erection.
Blaine was inside of him, stroking his dick, and moaning in his ear and it was too much. Kurt's orgasm washed over him, sudden and endless. Kurt's body clamped down on Blaine, intensifying his pleasure. Blaine kissed him hard, chanting, "fuck," against Kurt's lips over and over as he thrust deep and shivered inside of Kurt. He buried his face in Blaine's neck as they both came down from the slowly fading spasms.
They lay there, Blaine softening inside of Kurt. This was everything Kurt never knew he wanted. Blaine's hand rested on Kurt's lower back and Kurt's arms wrapped around Blaine's neck. Kurt's muscles were sore, especially the ones still surrounding Blaine's dick.
Blaine stroked Kurt's hair and called him sweetie and my love over and over, Kurt slowly becoming self conscious. It had been so intense. And where had Blaine learned to do that and why had no one explained to him exactly how mating worked? He would have to talk to his dad when he got home.
That thought brought him up short. He couldn't go home if he was this big. His hand would be the only part he could fit in his home. And he didn't even want to picture how this conversation would go with his dad. Never mind that he was ten times the size of his father, Burt would kill him.
He'd been so caught up in the grand romance with his human mate that he'd blocked out how this was supposed to work. At least they were the same size and could kiss properly and they could mate again. Kurt was never using his hand again if mating felt like that.
What would he do? He was learning human language and customs, but it would be forever before he was truly fluent. He had no idea what humans did all day. Blaine's parents didn't seem to be in the house much, so they must be off somewhere doing something. This was such a mess. Why hadn't he considered this before? He didn't want to face reality, but that wouldn't stop it from happening.
Blaine petted Kurt's hair, murmuring, "I love you," over and over. Kurt wasn't exactly sure what it meant, but the tone was comforting, despite his internal panic. Kurt kissed Blaine, trying to show him everything he couldn't say with the kiss.
Blaine slowly pulled out and squirmed out from under Kurt. Kurt lay there, his mind whirling, unsure and scared. Blaine returned with a wet cloth and gently cleaned the mess that had started to leak out of Kurt.
Kurt sat up when he finished, worried about his larger body. He had gotten used to the furniture and items in Blaine's bedroom and now it all looked so small and foreign. He stood up and took a few tentative steps, finding that he could walk without difficulty. Lifting off the ground, he was relieved that he could still fly and he let out a shaky breath.
Blaine yawned and rubbed at his eyes, his curls messy from Kurt's fingers. Kurt's bead bracelet had, thankfully, expanded on his wrist. He would have been heartbroken if it had been damaged.
He needed to talk to Blaine about what they were going to do. It was obvious Blaine wanted to hide him from his parents, even if Kurt kept ignoring it on purpose. He certainly couldn't go home like this, if he could figure out how to get home at all. Why did he have to be so obsessed with Finn? Now that he and Blaine had mated, he wouldn't be able to leave even if he could. He couldn't picture being back home without Blaine, going about life like normal, pretending they'd never met. Kurt needed Blaine and he had absolutely no idea what Blaine wanted from him.
Kurt looked down at the side table. His bracelet may have grown to accommodate his bigger body, but his clothes had not. He listlessly pick up the pants he'd been trying on for Blaine and held them out to his husband. "No," he said sadly.
"Oh," said Blaine. He pulled a pair of blue pants out of a drawer and handed them to Kurt. The metal fastenings on the pants was confusing. He pulled at them and couldn't get them opened. Blaine had to get them undone and help him into the pants, securing them closed for Kurt. They didn't hang as far down as Kurt figured they should. Blaine fussed with the bottom of the pants, unrolling them so they would fit correctly.
Blaine pulled out a shirt that Kurt guessed would be huge. It was. The sleeves hung past his hands. After Blaine rolled them up, he adjusted the back of the shirt, and Kurt realized he was trying to hide the wings. He placed a hat on Kurt's head, carefully adjusting it so Kurt's ears didn't show. Kurt was helped into socks and shoes. Blaine got dressed quickly, grabbing whatever was closest and tossed it on. "I love you," said Blaine, looking at Kurt with desperate longing.
"I love you," Kurt repeated, hoping it meant what he thought it did. Blaine leaned over and kissed him quickly. He threaded their fingers together and brought Kurt through the house to the room with the car.
Blaine helped Kurt get situated, making sure his wings weren't getting smushed, and naming things, like the seatbelt, as he did. He went over the other side and got in. Blaine put the key in a slot and twisted it, causing the car to make noise and vibrate. It wasn't scary, now that he could see out the window instead of hiding under the seat, fearing for his life. Blaine pressed a button and a wall lifted up, letting sunlight into the garage.
Blaine drove them to a park. Kurt was stunned at how big the world was. He'd only strayed far enough from his home to spy on the human home. There were so many houses and people and buildings that looked similar to the houses, but were much bigger. And the car went terrifyingly fast. Kurt had pressed his face to the window, trying to see everything at once, impressed with human magic. Despite his current size, he would have to find a way to tell his friends about this.
At the park, there were children running and playing while parents looked fondly on. Blaine held his hand and brought him over to the swings. He showed Kurt how to sit and move his legs so they went higher. Flying was more fun, but laughing and smiling with Blaine was better. They went down the slides and played tag, Kurt chasing Blaine around the corner of a building. Blaine stopped, grabbing Kurt around the waist, he kissed him. Kurt clung to Blaine, pressing his tongue into his husband's mouth, moaning with delight.
Kurt pulled back. "I love you," he said, and Blaine smiled.
"I love you, too."
"Cookie, please," said Kurt. It suddenly felt like an eternity since he'd eaten.
Blaine laughed. He took Kurt's hand and led them back over to the car. Even though Kurt was able to work he seat belt, Blaine checked that it was secure. Kurt was surprised when they didn't go back to Blaine's home. They stopped at a building and Blaine said, "Lima Bean." Kurt shrugged. The words that had no meaning to him. They walked in and it smelled wonderful. Blaine talked for a few moments with a girl behind the counter and he handed her some green papers in exchange for two cups and a plate of food. Kurt trailed after his husband to a table.
After they sat down, Blaine pointed out the sandwich, mocha and cookies and they didn't speak much while they ate. Kurt liked the cookies, even if they wasn't as good as the ones at Blaine's house. The mocha was too hot to drink, so he'd barley gotten a taste of it before he burned his tongue.
The door opened and Blaine gulped. A boy came over and sat at their table. It took a moment for Kurt to recognize him, he looked older than in the pictures at Blaine's house. Blaine paled as he said, "Hi, Cooper."