Kurt: ‘I can’t believe I am voluntarily watching football. Well, not entirely voluntarily, but no one is forcing me to stay in the room.’

He hit the send button and refocused his gaze on the television in front of him, not bothering to slip his phone back into his pocket when he knew that Blaine would more than likely reply to the text within minutes. A couple of days ago he wouldn’t have dared initiate a conversation with Blaine through text messages, but since their coffee date that week the two had been in constant communication. It was mostly inconsequential banter, further getting to know one another or merely taking comfort in another person that shared similar interests as a way to pass the time, but it was something he never expected to share so easily with that particular person. Sure enough, before the next play was over his phone had chimed to signal an incoming message.

Blaine: ‘I don’t believe it. Are you sick?’

Kurt smiled as he tapped out a response; oblivious to the look his father was giving him from the other side of the room. In reality, he was quite happy to be home for the weekend, even if he did have to spend his Saturday afternoon watching college football reruns, at least he got to spend some time with his old man.

“Who’re you talking to, kid?"

“Just a friend from school,” Kurt didn’t look up from his phone.

“From Dalton?” His Dad clarified.

“That is where I go to school now,” Kurt smirked, finally looking up to see the suspicious look in his Dad’s eyes.

There was a long pause as Burt assessed his son, looking at him intently and clearly mulling over something in his mind. “Bring him home sometime to meet me then.”

Kurt blushed bright red. “It’s not like that, Dad,” he mumbled, looking pointedly at the screen of the television.

Blaine: ‘I’m beginning to think I don’t know you at all. You’ve changed, Kurt Hummel. Would you even be jealous to hear that I am watching the Sound of Music on my laptop?"

Kurt tried his damn hardest to suppress a grin as he read the new message, ignoring the way his Dad was chuckling quietly and muttering under his breath. “Sure it’s not like that.”

---

Blaine walked quickly to Kurt’s room, ignoring anyone looking his way, hoping that none of them realized exactly what he was doing. Even though it was fairly obvious, he really didn’t need anyone whispering about how whipped he was. He knocked on the door with his free hand, jiggling his foot a little with nerves, wishing he didn’t have that damn drink tray in his hands so he could wipe his embarrassingly sweaty palms on his slacks.

When Kurt opened the door and actually smiled with pleased surprise at the sight of him, Blaine couldn’t help but grin.

“A grande non-fat mocha?” Blaine’s voice betrayed nothing of the nerves he was fighting against. “I hope that’s okay.”

Kurt took the proffered cup, nodding and taking a sip to hide his grin. “Perfect,” he said. “I can’t believe you brought me coffee, and you remembered my usual order.” He muttered quietly, arching an eyebrow at Blaine before ducking back into his room to discard the drink tray and grab his bag for the day.

“I am full of surprises,” Blaine smirked, taking comfort in the familiar expression and easy banter despite the foreign situation he had put himself in. It was as though he was really going out on a limb, putting himself on the line to do something nice for Kurt. Sure, it was just a cup of coffee, but compared to Blaine’s recent experience and in light of the attitude he chose to portray to the world, that was almost the equivalent of a diamond ring, or at least the offer of free use of his letterman jacket and a standing appointment to carry each others books to class.

The thought scared him and as they made their way down to the main school, heading for their first classes, Blaine shied away from the eyes of all the other students. He wasn’t even sure if he was imagining it or not, but it was as though everyone was staring and whispering about the two of them and it made him extremely nervous and uncomfortable.

“Sounds good,” Blaine said loudly with false enthusiasm when he realized Kurt had paused in his talking, clearly expecting some kind of response. He high fived and smirked at a fellow Warbler as they made their way down the hallway, portraying the perfect picture of composition before smiling back at Kurt, hoping his response had been satisfactory.

“Are you okay?” Kurt asked. “You seem skittish?”

“I’m fine babe,” Blaine tossed his empty coffee cup in a nearby trashcan, slinging his now free arm around Kurt’s waist in a display of subtle dominance.

“Babe?” Kurt’s voice lifted at the end and he did not sound impressed. “Really?”

Blaine removed his arm sheepishly but didn’t say anything, continuing to saunter along to class and ignoring the heat that he felt in his cheeks.

“What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing,” he snapped back at Kurt.

There was a long pause and Kurt slowed his walking.

“Okay, you can be like that, but I’m going to class.”

“I thought I was walking you to class?” Blaine said.

“I’ll be fine without you,” Kurt sighed; he didn’t sound mad, but a strange mixture of frustrated and resigned. “When you’re ready to talk to me about whatever your problem is, I’ll listen. Thanks for the coffee."

--

Blaine made it through all of one day before he snuck up behind Kurt and all but dragged him into his dorm room. He couldn’t handle having Kurt walk straight passed him in the halls without so much as glancing in his direction, not after the week of conversation they had had and how comfortable Blaine found himself feeling around Kurt. He didn’t have a plan, he had no idea what to say to the boy, but he knew he should probably say something. He just needed to be near Kurt, a thought that terrified him to no end.

“Just tell me, Blaine,” Kurt said, matter-of-factly from where he was leaning against the headboard of Blaine’s bed.

Blaine struggled to comprehend that Kurt was finally in his room, on his bed and he wasn’t even thinking about sex.

“What do you want me to tell you?” He feigned innocence, moving to sink into his desk chair.

“Tell me about what makes you how you are.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“See? All snarky and self-important and defensively rude; I know it’s more than you just being spoilt and rich, I’m sure of it.”

Blaine just gave Kurt a ‘look’, trying to make him back off without having to say a word.

“I told you to come to me when you were ready to be yourself and actually talk to me. You practically dragged me in here and haven’t said a word,” Kurt sounded resigned, as though he was about to give up. “I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but I care about you, and I want to help you if you’ll let me.”

Silence stretched between them, permeating the room and settling over them like a blanket as Blaine’s mind raced with a million different thoughts all at once. He’d never told anyone but his shrink about his past, namely what had happened just after he’d come out. People had asked, like Nick, who’d spent weeks after Blaine had returned to school asking questions and pestering him to no avail. His first instinct was to yell at Kurt to stop pushing the issue, to push him away like he had done Nick and his other friends that had tried and to just go back to the way things were. But he didn’t want to push Kurt away. After every rude and crass thing he had done and said, Kurt was still trying to help him and was openly admitting to caring for him. It had been a long time since anyone had actually cared for Blaine.

“It was just after I came out.” He started talking before he really even made the conscious decision that he was ready to tell Kurt and when he did, he kept his eyes fixed firmly on the ground. “I don’t even know how everyone at the country club found out. My parents certainly didn’t tell any of their friends. They barely acknowledged it when I told them. They just stared at me until our maid called out that dinner was ready and that was that.”

“That was that?” Kurt said. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt, but do you mean they didn’t say anything.”

“They literally didn’t say a word, they still haven’t really.”

Kurt didn’t say anything in response, but moved to sit on the edge of the mattress, reaching out and taking Blaine’s hand.

“Anyway,” Blaine continued. “I was outside of a function at the country club, having been dragged there by my parents, and having been introduced to a thousand daughters in an attempt to make me interested in them. I couldn’t handle being inside, so I was just out in the garden, getting some fresh air when these three guys came up and…they beat the living crap out of me.”

He swallowed hard, never having said those words out loud before. “All I can really remember from that night was the slurs they yelled at me beforehand. I was in hospital for over a month. I had a serious head injury. I had some temporary memory loss and it affected my personality for a while, not to mention I was pissed off that I almost died because of my sexuality. All my parents could care about was making sure that no one else at the club found out. They just threw money around, making sure the guys that did it were never allowed back again, and that they kept their mouths shut.”

He couldn’t say anymore. The soft touch of Kurt’s hand in his finally made reality come crashing in, and Blaine couldn’t bear to admit anything else. He didn’t want to say that he had learnt from an early age that he could buy at least some form of happiness, even if it was superficial. He wasn’t going to get love and affection from his parents, but he could get material things that distracted him for a little while. And when he was at home, he wasn’t himself, he wasn’t gay, he wasn’t out, and he wasn’t able to voice who he really was. And that’s where his promiscuity had all began. Or so his last shrink had told him. He wasn’t going to tell Kurt about the nightmares, or that the reason he paid off his teachers was because his memory still played up, and studying got so frustrating at times that he wanted to hit something. He wasn’t ready to tell Kurt any of that, or how Kurt had made him feel since he suddenly appeared in the halls of Dalton.

“Hey,” Kurt’s soft voice broke through to Blaine, who hadn’t even known he was shaking slightly, clearly overwhelmed by the situation. “You don’t have to tell me anymore, okay? Let’s do something else.”

It was like watching Blaine change into a completely different person. Soon he had stopped shaking and his smirk was back in place. “I know something else we can do,” he pretty much purred and Kurt couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Blaine got up from his seat and moved quickly to sit beside him, immediately moving to trail kisses down Kurt’s neck, nipping and licking and sucking the sensitive skin.

Kurt made to move away, although he knew he was fighting a losing battle when he shivered at the way Blaine’s mouth felt against his neck, making his entire body tingle with unexpected pleasure. He pulled his head back to look Blaine in the eyes, seeing them flicker with something akin to fear before the mask was back in place, hiding the vulnerable boy that had been speaking just minutes before. Blaine had shut himself away and he was silently pleading with Kurt to drop it for the night, to just go with it and forget about the conversation.

The way his hand had come to rest on the small of Kurt’s back, stroking gently and the way his eyes pleaded silently with need and want was all something Kurt had never experienced before. It was something he didn’t think he would get to experience in Ohio. It all just built up and he went with it.

Kurt let Blaine maneuver him backwards until he was lying down on the bed with Blaine hovering over him, a devilish glint in this eye. That look made Kurt shiver as Blaine’s mouth came crashing down to cover his own, pulling his bottom lip in and biting gently. He couldn’t help but groan when Blaine lowered himself, allowing their bodies to lie flush together. Blaine’s body was warm and solid above him, and he could feel him at a thousand different points. Up until now, Kurt had never been this close to another person, and yet he was nowhere near as terrified at the prospect as he thought he would be. He grinned at the thought.

A hand tugged at the bottom of his shirt, pulling the material from where it was tucked into his pants and then coming to splay across the skin of his stomach. Kurt brought his own hands up to rest on Blaine’s shoulders and in the curl of his hair, holding him in place where he had returned to placing obscenely wet kisses on Kurt’s neck. He felt his own legs fall open and Blaine settled between them, his mind exploding with a thousand different thoughts and feelings as he experienced Blaine’s erection pressed up against his own for the first time. It was a feeling unlike anything else and it made his heart pick up speed to a surely unhealthy rate.

“Blaine,” Kurt choked out, tugging on his hair to pull his mouth to his own, boldly drawing Blaine’s tongue into his mouth and sucking as his breathe hitched and their hips rocked together.

“Fuck you’re hot,” Blaine groaned out against Kurt’s lips, placing one more kiss before pulling back, and sitting up slightly to tear off his own shirt.

Kurt instantly brought his hands up to rake across Blaine’s chest, feeling the soft patch of hair there, in awe of the tanned skin in front of him. He was in shock, and was more than happy to let Blaine take charge. His buttons were being unbuttoned and his pants unzipped without him really taking notice. Blaine helped him remove his arms from his sleeves and then lowered himself once more so that their naked chests were pressed together for the first time.

For what felt like the longest time, but in reality was probably only several long and incredible minutes, Kurt and Blaine rocked together. Blaine ground his hips down into Kurt’s, who found himself lifting a leg to wrap around the slim waist above him. It was all teeth and lips and tongues, hands gripping and sliding and feeling and learning the other person. It was moans and sighs and sounds that probably should have been embarrassing but weren’t at all because this was the most incredible thing that Kurt had ever experienced and all he cared about in that moment was being close to Blaine.

And then several things happened at once. Blaine reached around to grip onto Kurt’s thigh, pulling it higher and shifting the angle slightly so that their erections ground together with every thrust and every slight shift of their bodies; his other hand trailed up Kurt’s body, leaving a trail of goose pimples in its wake as his tongue finally stopped torturing his nipple, following a line from his chest up the column of his throat to place a harsh kiss to his lips. Blaine’s mouth moved along Kurt’s jaw to find his ear, tugging his lobe between his teeth as he breathed harshly.

Blaine thrust against him until Kurt was shaking and knew this would all be over in a matter of seconds and then he groaned into Kurt’s ear. “I want you inside me.”

Kurt’s hips stuttered as he came, his ankle holding Blaine’s hips down tightly as Blaine groaned and kissed Kurt harshly, rocking through his own orgasm.

As their movements slowed and the silence grew Kurt felt the heat rise in his cheeks and braced himself for the moment when Blaine would shove him to the side and tell him that all of this was over, or that he had been bad at it. His chest rose and fell rapidly and still he held Blaine close, fearful of there never being anything more between them.

He should have known by this point that Blaine was full of surprises. There was a soft and sweet kissed pressed to his lips and then Blaine’s warm body shifted to the side but he didn’t remove himself completely, instead curling around him and pulling him even closer. Apparently Blaine Anderson was a cuddler.