The after-dinner coffees finally made their way to us via mother dearest. Upon taking our coffees from the tray Mom was offering them from, Kurt turned to me, grinning wildly.
“What?” I asked, amused.
“What time is it, Blaine?”
I checked my watch.
“7:02,” I replied, smiling.
“Coffee at seven,” Kurt said.
We sat there smiling for a few minutes before the conversation picked up again. We talked, as a family, about the Charlotte’s upcoming recital, Donovan’s upcoming game, Katherine’s baby names, Dylan’s hatred of Katherine’s baby names and even about the upcoming sectionals competition for the Warblers. The conversation was kept family-friendly until Charlotte, upon much prodding and argument with Mom and Dad, was forced to go to bed at 8:00pm since she had dance rehearsals the next day. She jumped on top of Kurt and I, nearly spilling our coffees, and hugged us tighter than she’d hugged us all night – which meant that we were gasping for air, since that girl was surprisingly strong. She kissed us both on the cheeks as I ruffled her hair, before she jumped off and looked at us, with an indistinct look on her face.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?” I asked her, holding her hand.
“I’m just so happy that you’ve got Kurt,” she said, smiling while a small tear escaped from the corner of her beautiful eyes.
“I’m pretty happy, too,” I said, taking Kurt’s hand with my free one.
“And...” she started, trailing off before shaking her hand and turning to leave the room.
“What, honeybee? Tell me.”
Charlotte turned to look at us once again, beaming. “Kurt’s gonna be a great big brother-in-law. I love him already. You picked well, Blaine.”
I felt Kurt stiffen next to me, before turning to face him and addressing Charlotte while addressing Kurt at the same time. “I think I did too.”
Charlotte skipped off to bed after saying goodnight to the rest of the family, and the conversation picked up once again. The topics varied from Jane Eyre to which relative was just admitted to rehab to which one of Dad’s colleagues was arrested for embezzlement. I felt really grown-up, sitting there with my siblings and parents, drinking coffee and sitting hand-in-hand with my boyfriend. It felt right.
The gathering eventually ended when Katherine started feeling nauseous, which was a bit of a moodkiller. Kurt and I said goodnight to Dyl, Katherine and Dad before Mom led us to my old room.
“Here you go,” she said, pointing to the bed, “I changed the sheets, I vacuumed and I shoved all of Blaine’s crap into his wardrobe so it’s not everywhere.”
“Thanks, Mom,” I said, with a hint of sarcasm indicating that her exaggeration of the state of my bedroom wasn’t entirely appreciated in front of Kurt.
“You’re welcome,” she said, before taking my face in both her hands and planting a big, lipstick-staining kiss on my forehead. “Goodnight, boys.”
“Thanks Mrs Anderson,” Kurt said gratefully. “Would you like us to keep the door open?”
“Oh god no. If anything, for Charlotte’s sake, lock it. We don’t want to corrupt her just yet with your shirtlessness. Especially Blaine and his third nipple.”
“You have a third nipple?!” Kurt turned to me, mouth gaping open.
“NO! I DO NOT HAVE A THIRD NIPPLE!”
“YOU DO TOO!” Dad shouted from the hallway as he walked past.
“Night,” Mom said before making a quick escape, shutting the door behind her.
Kurt chuckled as he reached for both of my hands, turning to face me head-on.
“She’s hilarious,” he said, squeezing my hands in a reassuring way.
“She’s insane,” I said, returning the squeeze.
“Thank you for inviting me over, Blaine. I’ve had a good night.”
“That’s good. I’m glad you weren’t tormented, they were on their good behaviour, I guess.”
“They weren’t bad at all.”
“Good to hear.”
We leant in, wordlessly, meeting in the middle with a soft, sweet kiss. It was brief, with our lips meeting with the slightest bit of pressure. Our foreheads leant against one another as we played with our intertwined hands. I’d been looking down at our hands leading up to that moment, but I looked straight at Kurt to see that he was smiling. I moved in kissed him again, this time for longer than the fifteen second kiss we’d shared just a few seconds prior.
“So... about tonight,” I said, after we’d broken apart, “you’re in trouble, Kurt.”
“Why, whatever do you mean?” Kurt said with a sly grin.
“You know what I mean,” I said, in-between kissing Kurt’s bottom lip. “Your hand... my thigh... certain feelings arising...”
“Ahh,” Kurt said, not able to get much more out as his arms had slid up around my neck and he was concentrating on returning every kiss possible.
“You’re in so much trouble,” I said, finally breaking our lips apart and looking him straight in the eyes with a forced frown.
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
“So you should be, I was sitting next to my sister. That’s way too awkward for my liking.”
“Oh. I didn’t even think about that,” Kurt giggled.
“No, I bet you didn’t. I’m just going to have to wait for an apology before...”
“...before what?”
I refused to answer him, instead just ducking out his arms and running across the room and jumping onto the bed so that I was finally taller than him.
“Before anything happens tonight,” I said, with a wink.
“Oh, Blaine Anderson,” Kurt started, dropping to his knees like the drama queen he is, “I am so terribly sorry for causing the unexpected arousal of yours at your family dinner. I understand that a purpling bulge is not what one may have expected whilst eating next to one’s younger sister. Please forgive me.”
I laughed at the creativity of Kurt’s apology. “Okay, you’re forgiven. But if you don’t get up here right now so I can kiss you, you will be in trouble.”
Kurt immediately stood before jumping onto the bed and throwing his arms around me so hard, we almost fell backwards. His arms were tight around my neck as my arms wound their way around his waist. Our lips had met immediately, with a sense of urgency and passion forcing them to lock together. We were breathless, and every sense was heightened. I felt my spine tingle as Kurt’s tongue asked for entry, to which I parted my mouth and allowed our tongues to battle in the same way our lips had just done. Kurt pulled us even closer, so our chests were flat against each other’s and our legs were intertwined too. It was beautiful and magical and everything just fit perfectly.
I remembered how far we’d gotten last time, in Kurt’s bedroom, while he was sick. It’d only been ourselves and our hands, and in the very end, Kurt’s hand on me. But I didn’t want to force anything. I didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. I just wanted to be whole with Kurt, no matter when or where. I knew we had to actually talk about it.
“Kurt,” I started, reluctantly breaking our lips apart.
“Yeah?” Kurt said, turning his attention to my neck instead.
“We need to talk about this...”
“About what?”
“I don’t want to go too far... or hurt you. I never want to hurt you or force you into anything.”
Kurt took a step back as his hands found mine. He pulled me down so that we were both sitting on my bed on the crisp, clean sheets (for which I made a mental note to thank Mom for washing them later).
“Blaine,” Kurt sighed, “I knew that... we were going to end up here regardless. Whether it’s tonight or tomorrow or a few weeks from now, it’s going to happen. Because it’s us. But I’m... ready and waiting and willing to be completely yours.”
“Are you... are you sure?”
“Of course. I love you, Blaine. And... after everything... it feels right just being with you. And I want to be with you completely.”
“What if you have second thoughts?”
“Then I’ll tell you. Because I know you’re not the kind of person to push me.”
“I’d never push you. Never.”
“I know.”
It was as if we both understood the entirety of what was about to happen with those words. We didn’t need to say anything more – we just needed to be together, in every possible sense of the word.
We fell backwards, no longer but sitting but lying horizontally. Our arms reached around one another yet again as we kissed with so much more passion than any other kiss we’d had. Our tongues were fighting for dominance yet again, but this time Kurt’s hands were feeling their way around my body. They moved to my neck and tugged softly at my hair before travelling down my torso and sliding underneath my shirt to feel my chest.
“Is this okay?” Kurt said breathlessly.
“Of course,” I said, “but I’d prefer it if were both shirtless, to be honest.”
Kurt laughed before pressing his lips to mine again while pushing me up and unbuttoning my shirt. He’d slid it off my shoulders and thrown it to the other side of the room before moving my hands to his shirt so I could do the same. Before we knew it, we were both shirtless and laying back down together. I was above Kurt, with our chests just touching. The feel of our bare skin was incredible, and as we kissed deeper and deeper it felt beyond amazing. I moved my hand so I could feel Kurt’s chest and take it in, and I felt so taken aback by the way everything about him made my heart flutter like a teenage girl.
By this stage, I was hard, and Kurt knew it. I was sure he could feel it against his knee, but I felt him against my lower torso, so we were in the same boat. It wasn’t as awkward as I thought it would be, rather it gave me incentive to keep going.
Our tongues were meeting the middle and moving with each other whilst our hands kept moving to feel everything. Kurt’s hands were suddenly tight on my ass and I moaned slightly at just how good that felt. I moved over so that I was completely on top of Kurt, using one arm to steady myself so that I didn’t completely smother and overwhelm him. Our bodies were pressed together, and just as our tongues had found a rhythm, so hard our bodies. We were rubbing up against each other, with Kurt’s hands firmly on my ass and our bulges pressed together, causing extreme pleasure for us both. Kurt moaned in my mouth causing me to do the same as his hands squeezed my ass and pushed it down harder, causing even more friction as we moved together.
The pleasure was almost too much to handle. Everything in my body was tingling and I was struggling to catch my breath as we moved together, just the two of us. We hadn’t gotten around to removing our pants but we both knew that we would come any second.
We moved faster and faster, pressing together even harder on every movement, and continued kissing with our sore lips until the moans became too much to suppress. We couldn’t kiss properly, so I moved to kiss Kurt’s jaw and neck as we moved together, stopping when the pleasure got too much and continuing again when I’d hear Kurt’s moans of pleasure. Our speed increased even more, with one of Kurt’s hands moving to feel my chest and clutch at my shoulder. Kurt’s eyes were closed, and I strained to keep mine open as I watched his breathing hitch as we moved faster, harder, faster and harder before Kurt’s body seized up and shuddered. Beads of sweat rolled from his neck to his chest and as he shuddered uncontrollably, moaning with pleasure and repeating my name, I felt myself lose control and experience the exact same thing. It was unbearable, the pleasure. My hips rocked forward as I shuddered and moaned and as Kurt’s name kept rolling off of my tongue.
When we’d both found ourselves completely exhausted and sensitive, I slumped forward and to the right just a bit so that I was no longer lying directly on top of Kurt. I remained as close as possible, forcing my tired body to move closer to kiss him as deeply as possible.
“Thank you,” I whispered, taking his cheek in one hand and moving forward to kiss him again.
Kurt responded with the same amount of force, albeit exhausted, before replying, “Anytime, Anderson. We are so doing that again.”