Fandom: Glee
Spoilers: ... Blaine exists?
Genre: AU like whoa!
Couple: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, bareback, facefucking, dirty talk, rough!sex, bipolar!Blaine ... creepiness?
Plot: Based on a prompt from Glee kink_meme: "Blaine is bequeathed a porcelain doll that seems strangely life-like. After several odd occurrences (or none, I'm in it for the porn here), Blaine wakes up to find a living version of his doll (ie, Kurt) naked and in bed with him. Apparently, the porcelain doll is actually magic/cursed/whatever, and its duty is to provide Blaine with sexual favors."

Why doesn't anyone stay here?
Why do they leave me?
Don't they realize I'm a porcelain doll!
Small, unsure, beautiful
Breakable.
-Porcelain Doll [Megan McCauley].

When his parents informed him that his grandmother had bought him a doll for his birthday, he felt the need to remind her that being gay didn't make him a girl.

When he found out that said doll was in reality a life-size porcelain doll, he wondered if his grandmother had somehow found his porn collection.

But as he entered his room and his eyes fell upon the porcelain figure lying on his bed sheets, he couldn't help but stare.

Regarding the fact that such reaction made him an extremely desperate-if not immensely creepy-teenager, his eyes drank the male's long, lean form, from his milky thighs to his otherworldly cerulean eyes.

His hair held a chestnut color that looked frighteningly real to Blaine's eyes. His hands were pale with long fingers like the ones of a pianist and two awfully frail-looking wrists connected them with his arms. His legs were bare except from some particularly small shorts, painted in a vivid azure color. Those, alongside a bright cobalt shirt with rolled-up sleeves and a matching vest in a darker blue, made the overall picture of the boy both innocently childlike and enticing.

Irrationality took him over and he extended his trembling hand,hesitantly touching the doll's cheek.

It was hard and cold, just like porcelain.

Of course.

Ignoring how grotesque the idea sounded even in his own-decidedly freaky-head, he lay beside the doll and pulled the covers over his body. As his eyes drooped shut, his imagination began to soar.

He pictured how wonderful it would be if that was an actual human being, lying on his bed. Waiting for him.

He envisioned the way that boy would look while he fucked him. His cheeks flushed, his body warm and pliant underneath him.

He flinched, his eyes opening inhumanly fast, wandering across his room in panic as he realized where his thoughts had wandered.

Overlooking what may have been his last threads of reason and common sense, he moved his head to the right to look at the boy.

The first thing he noticed is that his eyes were no longer that beautiful, yet peculiar combination of blue, green and grey. As a matter of fact, his eyes were actually closed.

Taking a harsh breath, Blaine swiftly computed that since his parents have left for the weekend, there was no one in the house but him. And a living doll, apparently.

What had happened to his perfectly normal life?

He knew that he should have freaked out a lot earlier but in reality, the moment he felt his heart drumming frantically in his chest is when he laid his hand on the doll's skin. And it was actual flesh.

What was even worse was that he couldn't settle on whether his reaction was caused by dread or lust.

"What were you dreaming about?" A soft, melodic voice suddenly asked and as Blaine turned his head towards the boy, he found its glasz eyes staring back at him daringly.

"Us." he replied and damn, his mouth filter was apparently long gone.

"Oh." The boy breathed, sounding surprised before he quickly composed himself again.

"What were we doing?" he then asked, his lips curling into a flirty smirk though his cheeks were tinted bright red.

"We were fucking." Blaine replied immediately and oh, that was vulgar but he didn't care anymore.

"Tell me." The boy insisted as his hands approached Blaine's head, deft fingers running through his wild curls.

"Y-You were…" Blaine stuttered under the unyielding attention of the boy, "…um, you were lying on your back-

"On the bed?" he prompted, tapping the sheets with his right hand, the left still threading its fingers through Blaine's hair.

"Yes." Blaine exhaled, his voice low and thick. "You were also naked."

"Completely?" his voice was laced bewilderment yet at the same time his long fingers were unbuttoning his vest swiftly.

Blaine forgot how to breathe.

A few seconds later both his vest and shirt were off and he was removing his shorts slowly.

Blaine's eyes were popping out of his sockets in an almost cartoonish way as he stared hungrily at the young man's naked body.

The boy let out a soft giggle and Blaine realized he had unconsciously licked his lips.

"You like what you see?" he asked coyly, fluttering his eyelashes. Damn.

"Yeah." He agreed, moving towards the boy, his hands resting on his toned chest. The boy's eyes widened abruptly and he let a small "oh" in surprise.

"Spread your legs." Blaine said suddenly, stunned by his own boldness.

He felt even more astounded when the boy quickly complied, parting his legs as far as they could go, revealing the whole length of his milky thighs.

Blaine's hands reached tentatively the inside of the boy's legs, skimming through the soft expanse of skin and stopping abruptly when they reached the globes of his ass.

"Do it." The boy encouraged, his eyes glassy and his breath coming in short gasps.

"But I don't have any-

"You don't need any." he cut him off as he delicately grabbed the wrist of his right hand and brought it to his mouth. Then, he lightly sucked three fingers, making them as wet as possible.

Blaine stood completely mesmerized as he watched the boy's full, plump lips sucking on his broad, callused fingers, thinking of how gorgeous they would be around a different part of his anatomy.

The boy gasped in surprise as Blaine suddenly removed his hand from his mouth. His astonishment didn't last long though as Blaine grabbed him from his hair and swiftly brought his face down his cock.

"Suck." He commanded with false bravado, trying to hide how shaky his voice had become.

The boy stood still, shell-shocked for a few moments and Blaine was ready to let go and apologize profusely for his unacceptable behaviour when he surprised him once again by taking his entire cock in his mouth in one go.

Blaine groaned pressing his forehead on the top of the boy's head, ignoring the uncomfortable angle of their bodies because this, it was heaven.

Heat was starting to coil in his stomach and he couldn't stop his hips from bucking into the boy's mouth.

He looked at him fearfully and while his eyes had watered, his mouth hadn't stopped sucking on his shaft.

Jesus.

Blaine let out a long moan and continued to thrust his hips into the willing mouth, holding the boy's shoulders tightly and forcing him on his entire length roughly.

Blaine could feel himself getting close to completion and he abruptly removed his cock from the boy's mouth.

The young man made an obscene sound as his face fell forward, Blaine's hands on his shoulders the only thing stopping him from crumpling to the bed, face-first.

As he looked towards him, Blaine noticed that the boy's eyes were glassy and unfocused and his mouth was bruised, saliva making his red, swollen lips glistening.

"Why?" the boy managed to say, his voice a broken whisper.

"I don't want to come yet." Blaine replied roughly, "I wanna fuck you first."

The boy shivered involuntarily, nodding his head frantically in agreement. "Anything. Whatever you want, just do it."

"Anything?" Blaine repeated disbelievingly, "You'd let me do anything, wouldn't you?" he suddenly realized, a sinister smile taking over his features, "I could fuck you raw and you'd just let me."

"Yes!Yes, I would." The boy nodded, his breath coming in short gasps as his entire body shook.

Blaine hummed and caressed the young boy's ass cheeks with his palm before thrusting two fingers in his asshole without warning.

"Do you like that?" he asked, his breath hot over the boy's sweating figure, "Do you like it when I'm rough with you?"

The boy kept whimpering, small pained noises escaping his mouth as his body twisted and turned. Blaine would have been worried about hurting him if his cock wasn't clearly getting harder at the treatment, his entire body writhing on the bed.

"Hmm, maybe I won't prep you more than that," Blaine whispered in his ear hotly, "You'll be so tight around my cock, fuck!" he groaned as the boy pressed tightly around his fingers. He pumped his fingers in and out of him fast before viciously crooking them on the inside.

The boy let out a scream, his head falling on the bedsheets with a loud thud as his entire body tensed before a moan worked out of his abused throat.

Blaine smirked and kept twisting his fingers inside, fucking him roughly before he quickly removed them, making the boy whine because of the sudden emptiness. He quickly silenced him with a kiss before he retreated and glanced at his cock.

It was still wet from the blowjob he was given before.

"Why did you stop?" the boy whimpered, his hands scrabbling frantically for Blaine's hand, trying to put his fingers back inside of him. Blaine grabbed both his hands and pinned them above the boy's head.

"You're so demanding, aren't you?" he whispered seductively into his ear as he aligned his body with the boy's, rubbing their cocks together. He moaned, grazing the inside of the young man's earlobe with his teeth. The boy's voice was a quivering mess, a combination of cut-off moans and whimpers as he helplessly arched towards Blaine for some much-needed friction.

Blaine's eyes closed as he rested his sweaty forehead on the boy's in an attempt to calm himself down before it all ended far too quickly.

But he couldn't wait any longer. Swiftly, he spat at his palm, his hands rough and careless on himself before grabbing the boy's thighs and shoving his cock inside in a single stroke.

The reaction was immediate. The boy screamed before he went silent, his whole body jerking as his asshole fluttered weakly around the impossible fullness. His head fell limply against the sheets and he was sobbing quietly.

Blaine panicked.

"Are you alright?" he asked worriedly though his hips were unconsciously bucking forward to the tight heat surrounding him.

"M-move." The boy whispered brokenly, his hips rocking towards Blaine's cock, forcing it to go deeper inside him. Tears were rolling down his cheeks as he was desperately trying to free his hands from Blaine's forceful grip in order to reach his own throbbing cock.

"No." Blaine growled, "You're going to come from my cock thrusting inside of you alone." And with that he held him even tighter, fucking him harder than before, slamming his cock inside the boy's quivering hole.

He kept forcing himself on him, thrusting wildly on that tight, hot cavern, lost in his own pleasure before he heard the boy's desperate pleas.

"Please, p-please," the boy moaned, his cock hot and twitching with need, "Let me … I need to come, please …"

"Then do it." Blaine hissed, his voice sounding rough and scratchy between his constant panting, "Come now."

"I c-can't, please, I can't-" the boy kept begging until Blaine angled his hips just right and then he cried, his back arching impossibly as he felt himself finally letting go.

Blaine abruptly let go of the boy's hands as he came all over his stomach, a constant stream of whimpers rolling off his lips. Blaine thrust once, twice and then he was gone himself, his come deep inside the boy's ass, filling him to the brim.

He groaned as he removed his softening cock from the boy's ass and rolled to the side of the bed, lying there.

A few minutes later, he slowly turned his head and looked at the boy beside him who was lying absolutely still though the lower part of his body kept twitching unnaturally.

"So, um …" he began awkwardly but he was cut off by the boy mumbling something indistinguishable.

"What?" he questioned and then the boy repeated:

"It's Kurt."

"What is?"

"My name."

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When Blaine woke up the next morning, he expected it all to have been a dream.

When he glanced at the figure lying beside him, lifeless and unmoving, he probably would have thought it had been.

Only he didn't because the doll's eyes were closed and there was a ghost of a smile grazing his lips. Blaine moved silently towards the still figure, hovering above its face as he slowly lowered his and kissed the gorgeous plump lips with his own. Only they were cold and motionless; just like porcelain. How stupid.

The day passed far too slowly for his liking as he mainly sat on his office, procrastinating while glancing at the beautiful doll every so often.

He felt like the boy was consuming his thoughts without even living to do so and he felt stupid for being so invested on what had happened. He should be watching TV, hanging with his friends … even revisiting his favourite porn collection but he couldn't. He literally found it impossible to take his mind off the peculiar happenings of last night.

So, he waited. He waited until the sun began to set and his eyelids fluttered closed from the exhaustion and he still lingered. Staying awake, sitting on his bed, staring at the unnervingly immobile figure until his eyes watered. But then his body betrayed him and his eyes fell shut as he finally fell asleep.

The first thing he felt as he woke up was a soft yet persistent hand poking him on his back. He rolled on his bed, an annoyed expression plastered on his face as he grumbled, still half-asleep:

"Who the hell-

But he stopped abruptly as he saw two big blue eyes staring at him.

"Kurt?" he mumbled, still half-asleep as he extended his hand to touch the boy's cheek, "You're real again." His eyes widened in awe and a sleepy smile grazed his lips.

"I am." The boy replied and there was such innocence held in his gaze as his lips curled into a sweet, childish smile that Blaine felt like crying.

"What we did last night," he began, looking anywhere else but Kurt's face, "I want to apo-

"We can do it again." The boy beat him to it, his eyes big and hopeful, "If you want to, I mean." He backtracked, biting his lip nervously.

"What are you?" Blaine asked suddenly, his brows furrowed and really, it was as if a cartoon light bulb had gone off in his head right at this very moment and God, why did his timing had to suck so badly?

"Don't." Kurt shook his head frantically, a whimper escaping from his lips.

"Don't what?" Blaine asked, framing the boy's face with his hands, "What's wrong?"

Instead of answering him though, Kurt surged up and kissed him desperately on the mouth.

Blaine moaned into the kiss, deepening it by sliding his tongue inside the hot cavern, exploring.

Kurt whimpered, moving his hands to rest on Blaine's hair before his fingers threaded through the wild curls, pulling hard.

Blaine groaned into the boy's mouth before he hastily retreated, panting.

"We shouldn't do that, we were talking." He managed to croak out, his hands on Kurt's shoulder holding him at arm's length. Kurt whined, trying to rush forward again.

"No." Blaine said sternly.

"I don't want to. Please?" the boy pleaded, tears brimming on the side of his eyes.

"Fine." Blaine said angrily as he grabbed the boy by his elegant neck and brought him to a passionate kiss.

"Is that what you want?" he demanded between kissing him, "I'll give you what you want." his mouth left Kurt's as moved towards the boy's neck, planting kisses and biting the sensitive skin there.

Kurt groaned as his head fell on Blaine shoulder, mouthing the skin and worrying it with his teeth. Blaine whined as he brought his hips forward, rubbing his clothed cock on the boy's bare one. He moved his lips from Kurt's neck, sucking on his collarbone enthusiastically. Kurt moaned above him, bringing his hand between them and reaching downwards.

"What are you-" Blaine asked, confused as he hastily retrieved his mouth from the boy's collarbone. As his gaze fell down, he saw Kurt's lone finger already in his asshole, thrusting it in and out efficiently.

"Jesus." he breathed as he quickly grabbed the boy's wrist, effectively stopping the motion of his finger.

Kurt yelped and looked up in surprise. "Let me." Blaine offered before he removed the other boy's hand completely, replacing it with his own. Kurt whined as Blaine thrust in two of his fingers at once, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Blaine, I-" Kurt started but Blaine cut him off with a kiss, roughly biting on his swollen lip, trapping it between his teeth and sucking on it. Kurt's eyes opened wide and he grabbed Blaine's back with his hands, his nails leaving marks as they pressed deeply into the skin.

"Put your legs around me." Blaine instructed and Kurt nodded frantically before straddling him, a leg on each side, his eyes dark and his pupils blown.

Blaine's hands reached the boy's torso, his hands roaming over his flawless expanse of skin. "So hot." he murmured against Kurt's collarbones before tugging him down in a dirty, messy kiss.

Kurt moaned as his hands lowered and he started fumbling with the other boy's pants. "Stay still." he said and Blaine froze, his fingers digging deep grooves into Kurt's thighs as he panted harshly, his head buried into the boy's neck.

Reaching down, Kurt began undoing Blaine's pants, tugging them down over his ass and down his thighs. Blaine's cock sprang free of its confines, already red and leaking.

Kurt curled his fist around it, pumping fast and holding it tight, making Blaine hiss in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Blaine pressed his hard-on against Kurt's ass, rutting in between the boy's ass cheeks and his thighs.

"Oh." Kurt stuttered, his hands trembling where they rested on Blaine's back. "B-Blaine."

"Yes?" Blaine breathed, inhaling sharply as sweat was starting to roll down their bodies.

"You-" Kurt gasped after a particularly harsh bite on his neck, "Y-You won't take your c-clothes off?" he managed to stutter between his breathy sighs and moans.

"No." Blaine said and Kurt's face fell onto Blaine's neck as his legs spread even wider. He groaned.

"Wrap your legs around me." Blaine repeated and Kurt looked at him confusedly before replying: "I have."

"Tighter." he rasped and the boy tightened his legs around his waist. Without warning, Blaine rose from the bed, carrying Kurt with him and the boy's legs squeezed instinctively around him even more.

"Where are why-" he began to say but he stopped abruptly as he felt his back hitting the wall.

"Oh, God." he whimpered as Blaine grabbed his narrow waist with his arms, lifted him up and then impaled him on his cock. Kurt shrieked as he felt Blaine's length tearing him apart from the inside and he frantically reached for something to hold, resolving on clutching the other boy's arms.

Without giving him enough time to adjust, Blaine started rocking into the body against him, losing himself in intense pleasure as his cock slammed deep inside the other boy's ass with each vicious thrust.

Kurt's sounds were muffled against Blaine's neck as he repeatedly sucked the skin there, sure to leave a mark while he rolled his hips, meeting the other boy's violent thrusts.

Blaine positioned his hips differently in search for a better angle when the other boy let out a hoarse scream and started mumbling repeatedly: "Again, again, please ... do it again. Oh my God! Ah!" and Blaine did, pulling his cock almost completely out before forcing it in again.

His limps trembled from the exertion and he found it difficult to breathe, taking deep gulps of breath as he kept slamming into what was-no-doubt-the other boy's prostate.

Soon, heat coiled into his stomach and he would undoubtably come at any second, only Kurt surprised him by going completely still against him before his body shuddered and he started coming, shaking uncontrollably in Blaine's arms.

The way Kurt's spasming hole tightened impossibly around his cock, sent Blaine over the edge, his cock jerking as he spilled his come inside the boy's oversensitive walls.

His legs gave out under him and he fell to the ground taking Kurt with him, still slumped against his chest, his legs wrapped around his middle loosely.

Excruciatingly slowly, Kurt removed himself from Blaine's limp body, leaning instead against the wall behind him, his chest heaving as he attempted to control his erratic breathing.

He was still impaled on Blaine's cock so he slowly lifted his hips, a whimper escaping his lips as Blaine slipped out of his abused hole.

His eyes closed, as his head fell against the wall with a loud thud, his limps heavy and unmoving on his sides.

There was a comfortable silence for a few minutes before Blaine inhaled sharply. Kurt opened his eyes in curiosity and saw Blaine watching mesmerized his hole, as his come was slowly seeping out.

Kurt let out a soft giggle and closed his eyes again.

"I don't want to talk about it." Kurt whispered suddenly after a few more minutes had passed and Blaine blinked in surprise before sending him a questioning look.

"I don't know if this is reality or if I'm dreaming," Kurt continued quietly, "but I hope that it is. Because I don't like the other side at all. Not anymore."

"The other side?"

"What I wake up to when I sleep here."

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At first, Blaine thought he would never get used to waking up to a porcelain doll that was a living, touchable human being only a few hours prior.

And of course, it was hard to remember that his parents knew nothing of Kurt's other nature, hence they always made confused queries about his obvious attachment to said doll.

But most of all, it was really hard to say goodbye every time the night left and the sun rose and Kurt was gone.

Just like that.

No mind within its head, no warmth on his body. Only a doll made of porcelain.

As the days passed, Kurt gradually let go, giving some vague details of what his mysterious "other life" consisted of.

What Blaine managed to gather from short, cut-off conversations between him and the boy that most usually than not, ended in tears (lately, from both sides) was that Kurt was sixteen years old going to seventeen ("just like the song" he'd said) and he went to public school.

Which was basically the problem.

Apparently, the boy was living in an extremely conservative state of the US, named Ohio where homophobia ran wild and the bullies at his school made his life a living hell. How ironic.

"Isn't there anything good for you there? Something to hold onto?" Blaine had asked one day as he and Kurt were cuddling on his bed, watching "Breakfast at Tiffany's".

"I'm part of the school's Glee club." Kurt had answered simply yet a smile had grazed his lips, "I sing."

What they also realized in time was that the precise moment Kurt slept on his other life, he woke up in Blaine's.

The moment he fell asleep again, he was back.

Kurt confided him a few days later that he's been going to sleep a lot earlier these days so he can see him more.

He also joked about how his father is freaking out as his child who used to sleep no more than a few hours the night is now already in bed by the afternoon.

"Hey, Blaine?" Kurt whispered, his face against Blaine's naked chest as they both lay together on the bed.

"Hmm? What?" Blaine mumbled sleepily, his arms tightening around Kurt's shoulders.

"What would happen if I didn't sleep?" Kurt mused, his eyes glinting with hope.

"What do you mean?" Blaine required, now wide awake and listening.

"If I … go back," Kurt began thoughtfully, "every time I fall asleep, what will happen if I stay awake?"

"Will I stay here forever?" And Blaine didn't need to tell him how the last word made his heart clench because he was certain his face was betraying both his excitement as well as his deep longing.

"We should try." He said, a wide, hopeful smile on his face.

Kurt nodded enthusiastically.

So they stayed up all night.

They showered together, they talked about movies and friends and about them.

They laughed at each other's jokes and embarrassing family moments and they cried but most of all they kissed and cuddled and realized that whatever this was, however strange it might be, it could be good.

And it could be forever.

Only it didn't.

"Blaine? It's almost morning." Kurt whispered, his voice a peculiar combination of hesitation and enthusiasm. Like he wanted to be happy but wasn't sure he would actually be granted the chance.

"That's good, right?" Blaine questioned, taking Kurt's hand in his, "It means you might stay here?"

Kurt nodded, and Blaine smiled, his eyes wide and excited despite being awake for more than 24 hours.

"That's the time I usually get up for school." He informed Blaine, "So it could be-

"Kurt?" Blaine asked worriedly, gripping the boy's hand harder as his face froze. "Kurt, what's going on? Talk to me."

"Oh no." Kurt whimpered, surging towards Blaine and holding him tightly, "I c-can't ... B-Blaine? Everything's strange. Oh, God!" a sob worked out of his throat and Blaine put his arms tightly around the crying boy.

"Kurt? Kurt?" he repeated louder this time before his hands flinched, retracting from the boy's shoulder as he felt his skin growing cold.

The moment he stopped holding him, Kurt fell forwards, his face on the sheets and his limps twisted unnaturally.

"Kurt? Baby?" Blaine whispered fearfully, hesitantly reaching for the boy without really mustering the courage to touch him.

Taking a deep breath, he gripped Kurt's shoulder, rolling the boy so that he lay on his back.

He didn't manage to stifle the shocked gasp that left his lips as he saw Kurt's beautiful face frozen still, tears still sliding on his cheeks from wide, glassy eyes as he had turned into porcelain again.

Nor did he manage to suppress the continuous stream of sobs that left his lips for the rest of the night, curled beside Kurt until darkness overcame him.

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"Look Blaine, I know this went wrong but we should at least embrace what we do have." Kurt reasoned, "It is peculiar enough that we manage to meet while living 3.000 miles apart, I feel like the last thing we should do is complain." He finished with a faint smile.

Blaine frowned.

"I just want to see you more. I hate how you leave me and go on living your other life while I'm stuck here missing you." He grumbled unhappily.

"Blaine-"

"I could convince my parents to move back to the USA."

"Blaine."

"I mean, I don't even like it in here. I don't know French, my friends are assholes and-

"Blaine!" Kurt yelled; Blaine's mouth clumped shut.

"What?" Blaine asked slowly, worried he'd done something to anger Kurt.

"I can't say it's not … pleasing me to hear how eager you are to move out of the country you spent almost your whole life in for me but those things can't just happen." He said sadly, "It doesn't work that way, Blaine."

A short pause.

"Thank you, though."

"I'd do anything for you Kurt."

Blaine was lying on his bed, lightly dozing off when he suddenly felt a weight moving beside him.

"Kurt?" he mumbled as his hand reached blindly for the boy.

"Hey."

Blaine froze.

"What's wrong?" he asked immediately because the voice he heard wasn't cheerful, warm or excited.

Instead, it was quiet and shaky and resigned and everything Blaine never wanted to associate with Kurt.

"Nothing." Kurt whispered, "How was your day?"

"Hey, no changing the subject," Blaine cut him off, "Please, tell me what's wrong." He pressed worriedly.

"I already told you Blaine, nothing's wrong." Kurt repeated, this time with false brightness.

Blaine decided not to push him. "Alright, fine. Do you want to watch a movie?"

"Yeah." Kurt smiled, relieved.

Halfway through "Hairspray", Blaine placed his hand on Kurt's chin, lifting the other boy's head from where it was resting on his lap. Kurt looked at him questioningly for a second before Blaine surged towards him, capturing his lips in a soft kiss.

Soon, he deepened the kiss, forcing his tongue in the other boy's mouth. Kurt's hands were limp on his sides and his face unmoving. Blaine, not noticing that Kurt was unresponsive, kept exploring the insides of his mouth messily. He put his hands on Kurt's cheeks, framing his face and that's when it happened.

Kurt flinched.

"Kurt?" Blaine questioned, his hands dropping on his sides, "What's wrong?"

Kurt stared at him with wide eyes, his mouth slightly open, for what seemed like hours before he responded:

"Nothing. Could we maybe-" he trailed off.

"What is it?" Blaine prompted, "Anything you want."

"Could you … not kiss me today?" Kurt mumbled, looking anywhere but Blaine's confused face.

"Why?" Blaine uttered, seeing how Kurt clenched his jaw at the question, "I don't want to talk about it."

"Kurt." Blaine warned.

"I just don't, okay?" Kurt snapped angrily, crossing his hands on his chest.

"Alright." Blaine put his hands up in the air, "Fine. I won't kiss you. I don't know why you don't want me to but I won't, okay?"

"Thank you." Kurt whispered, offering a wobbly smile to his boyfriend as he slowly lowered his hands.

"So, umm…" Blaine bit his lip nervously, "Is everything else okay? I mean, can we still-

"Yeah, sure." Kurt beat him to it, "No problem." He added reassuringly as he took hold of Blaine's hand and placed them on top of his hips.

Blaine nodded hesitantly, before he latched at the boy's chest, biting and sucking. His hands roamed Kurt's long legs, squeezing at his ass cheeks. He licked a long stripe from Kurt's belly button towards his cock. Which was soft. Blaine halted his actions, surprised at the sudden revelation.

Looking up in order to ask Kurt if he was enjoying this or not, he was shocked to find tears sliding down the boy's cheeks.

"What the hell, Kurt?" he demanded, half-worriedly half-angrily, "What is going on?"

He instantly regretted his harsh tone as he saw more tears protruding from Kurt's eyes. "Oh baby, shh … don't cry." He quickly put his arms around the boy, holding him tightly against him.

"I'm sorry," Kurt hiccupped, his voice mumbled against Blaine's shoulder, "I mean, it was just a kiss. I s-shouldn't be so upset, it wasn't my first or anything."

"Kurt, what are you talking about?"

"K-Karofsky…" Kurt began, burrowing even further in Blaine's embrace.

"Karofsky? As in, the jock that's bullying you?" Blaine tried to understand where his boyfriend was heading. Oh no…

"Kurt? Did he hurt you?" he whispered hesitantly.

Kurt let out a laugh. "Oh, I wish."

Now Blaine was legitimately concerned. "What did he do, Kurt? Tell me."

"He kissed me." Kurt whispered, "I followed him in the locker and I started yelling at him. I thought he was going to hit me but he grabbed my face and h-he-

"Shh, just stop." Blaine murmured, "I can see it's upsetting you. And stop apologizing. It's my fault anyway." He added darkly.

"What?" Kurt stared at him puzzled, "How could that be your fault?"

Blaine sighed heavily. "Look Kurt, I know I tend to be rough with you when we …" Blaine cleared his throat, "have sex and I know," he pressed when he saw Kurt ready to interrupt, "that we both enjoy it that way but maybe now, that wouldn't be a good way to do it." He finished gently, rubbing calm circles on Kurt's back.

Kurt mumbled something under his breath.

"What is it?"

"I'm not traumatized." he repeated stubbornly, "You don't need to be … gentle with me. It was just a kiss, he didn't even-

"Hey, don't say that." Blaine cut him off, his eyes wide, "Don't even think about it, please."

"But Blaine, I want you. And I want us to … be intimate with each other." Kurt replied, his eyes lost, "What if I can't have that anymore? What if he took … us away?" he questioned, looking extremely distraught.

"I think…" Blaine's voice trailed off as his face brightened, "I have an idea."

"Which is?" Kurt pressed, eyeing his boyfriend hopefully.

"All this time it was me doing things to you," Kurt looked at him pointedly, "Alright, with you," he corrected himself, "but it was still me. I took the initiative in everything we did and since Karofsky did the very same, I think we should change that."

"What do you mean?"

"I think you should be doing things tonight. You should top, both literally and figuratively." Blaine finished, satisfied with himself.

"Really?" Kurt questioned, his lips slightly parted in surprise, "I mean … we've never done it this way before." He clarified.

"Yeah, I mean of course we haven't." Blaine replied, "Have you seen yourself?"

"What is that suppose to mean?" Kurt asked angrily.

"It means you're hung, baby!" Blaine said jokingly though his cheeks were tinted bright red, "You're kinda huge if you've noticed and I was sort of-

"Yes?" Kurt pressed, a playful smile on his lips, "You were?"

"Ididn'tthinkyoucouldfitinme." Blaine said in one breath as his whole face turned crimson.

Kurt starting laughing hysterically, his hands on his stomach as he wheezed, trying to breathe between his constant giggling.

"Hey." Blaine scowled, "Stop laughing at me." Kurt gradually stopped laughing, a grateful smile grazing his lips.

"Thank you." He said seriously, "It means a lot."

Blaine nodded, a mischievous smile crossing his features as he lay on the bed, putting his hands behind his head.

"I'm all yours." He announced happily, "Do as you please."

Kurt took a deep breath as he slowly reached Blaine's lips, placing his over them in a hesitant kiss. As he drew back, Blaine questioned:

"Is it working?"

Kurt hummed.

"Yes, it does."

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Kurt was kissing Blaine's jaw, mouthing insistently on his neck before moving downwards, sucking on his collarbone. Blaine's hands were threading through Kurt's usually immaculate hair, tugging them every time Kurt sucked on the sensitive spot underneath his neck.

"You're good at this." He mumbled, looking down just in time to see Kurt smiling sweetly against his skin.

"Thank you." He murmured and the vibrations against his skin made him shudder.

"N-No problem." He stuttered, taking a deep breath.

"Could you maybe …?" he managed to utter, his face flushed.

Kurt stood back, looking at him strangely. "Already?"

"Um … I haven't done it before so-

"Wait." Kurt cut him off, his eyes impossibly large, "You've never fingered yourself before? Like, ever?"

"No." Blaine replied, inadvertently ducking his head under Kurt's scrutiny, "Is it a bad thing?"

Kurt laughed. "No, of course not. I'm just … surprised." He finished as he moved his body towards the edge of the bed, reaching for the lube on top of the bedside table.

"So … um," he started awkwardly, tossing the little bottle from one hand to the other, "How do you want us to do it? Face to face or hands and knees?" he finished, smiling shyly.

"Oh." Blaine breathed, "Face to face, I guess?"

Kurt nodded, breathing out audibly before opening the little bottle of lube and putting a generous amount on his fingers.

Blaine chuckled. "Didn't you put a little too much of it?"

"Oh, trust me," Kurt began, "If that's your first time doing it, the amount I put on is just right."

"Okay." Blaine shrugged, parting his legs. "I'm ready."

Kurt ducked his head, kissing his lips softly as a lone finger traced around his perineum.

"I'm putting it inside, alright?" he checked and Blaine nodded. "Try to relax your muscles."

He pushed his finger inside until it was up to the last knuckle and then pause. "Blaine?"

Blaine inhaled slowly before exhaling. "I'm good. It hurts a little but it's fine." He reassured him. "Go on."

"Good." Kurt murmured before he started moving his finger in and out of Blaine's asshole.

Soon enough, a moan worked out of Blaine's throat. Kurt looked up, smiling. "Does it feel good?"

"Yeah," Blaine stuttered, his eyes half-closed as his lower body started rocking slightly, "Feels nice."

Kurt hummed as he kept thrusting his finger before he removed it temporarily.

"Why did you stop?" Blaine questioned curiously, "Is that it? Are you going to fuck me now?"

"God, no!" Kurt chuckled, "That wouldn't end well. I'm just putting a second finger inside."

"Oh, good. You can … do that. No problem." Blaine replied, closing his eyes as he willed his body to relax again.

Kurt squeezed a little more lube on his fingers before guiding two of them in Blaine's entrance. He slowly pushed inside, giving Blaine time to adjust.

"Still okay? You need me to slow down?" he checked.

Blaine groaned. "Just a second. God, how much does it hurt when I do it to you?" he asked, his face suddenly horrified, "I'm being so careless and rough. It must be horribly painful."

Kurt ducked his head in embarrassment, his cheeks tinted bright red. "Oh, um… I like it that way. I mean, I don't mind if it hurts a little. It's … I can't explain but-

"Hey!" Blaine stopped him, "I don't care. Actually I'm glad you do." He smiled cheekily, "Just, um…" he grimaced, "you think you could maybe move now?"

"Oh, God!" Kurt exclaimed, "Of course, I forgot." He chuckled awkwardly before he started moving both his fingers in and out, steadily picking up speed.

Blaine moaned as the fingers thrust faster inside him, his head thrown back on the pillows. "M-More." He stammered, opening his eyes to glare at Kurt. "Now."

"You're demanding." Kurt commented yet removed his fingers from Blaine's hole.

"Finally." Blaine grunted before his eyes fell on Kurt who was now probing his entrance with three heavily lubricated fingers. "Oh, come on! I want your cock damnit!"

"Hey, stop grumping." Kurt warned him, "My penis is bigger than yours, remember? You need to be sufficiently prepared."

"Sufficiently prep- seriously, Kurt? God, what's wrong with you?" Blaine groaned, his head falling back against the pillows again. "You're crazy." He mumbled and Kurt giggled.

"Sure." he smiled before pushing all three fingers inside. Blaine whimpered at that, his hands fisting the bedsheets. "Don't stop!" he cried out when Kurt attempted to pause his actions, "Keep going."

Kurt stood still for a few seconds before crooking his fingers. Blaine screamed.

"Oh!" Kurt smiled smugly, "I found it, didn't I? Gosh, I'm good."

Blaine groaned.

"Yeah, yeah, you're so full of yourself." he muttered between his pants, "Can you do that again, please?"

"Oh, I don't know Blaine." Kurt smiled innocently, his face inches away from Blaine's, "What will you give me in return?"

"You cheeky bastard!" Blaine groaned as Kurt crooked his finger again, "Anything!" he gasped, "Please."

"Alright." Kurt agreed, seemingly satisfied with Blaine's reaction as he slowly removed his fingers from the other boy's ass, "Where are the condoms?" He paused, "Please, tell me you have condoms, Blaine."

Blaine looked around uneasy. "Um … no?" he managed to say. "Do we really have to use one? I mean, you haven't had sex with anyone but me, right?"

"Well, yeah." Kurt replied, looking thoughtfull for a moment before he threw his hands up in the air, "Fine! No condom, why not?" he aligned his cock at Blaine's entrance, the look on his face one of the utmost concentration before he placed a kiss on Blaine's lips.

Slowly, he pushed inside without stopping, knowing it's better that way, until he was fully seethed inside Blaine's ass.

"Oh, God." He whimpered, his head falling forward until it rested on Blaine's stomach.

"Kurt?" Blaine questioned through gritted teeth as he saw Kurt on his lap, his eyes tightly closed while his lower half trembled slightly.

"It's so good, so tight." Kurt whined, as his hips rocked involuntary, "I-I can't stay still, God this is amazing!"

"Then move." Blaine urged him, relaxing his muscles to bear the intrusion.

"Really?" Kurt breathed, his eyes locking with Blaine's. He nodded.

Kurt exhaled sharply as he started thrusting his cock inside the unbelievable tightness of Blaine's hole, picking up speed gradually. Soon, he was thrusting wildly inside, uncoordinated movements as heat coiled into his stomach, signaling his approaching orgasm.

"I'm gonna come." He panted as he reached for Blaine's cock before the other boy beat him to it, grabbing his red, leaking cock and pumping it with his own hand.

Kurt's hips thrust erratically twice before he shot his load deep inside Blaine's ass. Only seconds later, Blaine came too with a shout, his cum splattering both his fist and his stomach.

Kurt sagged against Blaine, exhausted as Blaine reached for Kurt's head, petting it with his clean hand.

After a few moments of post-orgasmic bliss, Kurt removed his softened cock from Blaine's hole and rolled on the bed so that he lay beside the other boy.

"That was awkward." He said after a moment, "I'm sorry."

"I liked it." Blaine replied sincerely.

"You did?" Kurt asked hopefully.

"Yeah, I did."

…

…

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"Kurt?"

"Yes, Blaine?"

"My ass hurts."

"Shut up."

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"-and Dad let me do the whole thing so it was really exciting and there were so many different colours to choose in between beige Blaine, you wouldn't believe it! And of course Carole asked for my help to choose a wedding dress and you know how big of an honour that is!" Kurt kept babbling, moving his hands excitedly as he explained Blaine all about his dad's wedding and how much of a responsibility being a wedding planner is.

Blaine was looking at him intently, a dreamy smile etched on his face as his adorable boyfriend went on and on about his last few days. Kurt was in the middle of explaining how important it is to choose matching colours on the bridesmaides' dresses wisely when Blaine said it:

"I love you."

Kurt froze, his hands falling limply on his sides as his lips parted and his eyes widened. After a moment he composed himself and looking more happy than Blaine's ever seen before, he replied:

"I love you too."

"So," Mrs. Anderson cleared her throat before looking towards her son intently. Blaine squirmed uncomfortably on his seat at the dinner table, waiting for his mother to continue.

"Blaine dear, your father and I wish to talk to you about something very important." She opened her mouth to continue but Blaine cut her off:

"If this is about the doll, I told you already mum. Nothing's wrong with it and no, I definitely don't want you to throw him away because I'm not too attached to him."

His father looked at him strangely before voicing: "Him?" Blaine blanched.

"Well, it's a boy. The doll, that is." He hurried to explain, looking at his parents steadily. Blaine's mother sighed.

"Anyway Blaine, the problem we're facing here as a family is actually financial."

Blaine froze. "What does that mean?" he whispered.

"Oh don't worry, my dear." His mother smiled sympathetically at him, "Business is not going as well as your father and I hoped and lately we've been discussing about moving back to the USA."

"Really?" Blaine whispered, his eyes big and hopeful. His mother clearly understood wrong.

"I know you have many friends here Blaine and it's going to be hard for you to leave this place but I'm sure-

"No, it's great!" Blaine cut her off, unable to hide his excitement. "Have you chosen the state we will live in?"

Mrs. Anderson smiled appreciatively. "Of course we have, honey. We knew that we wanted to settle on one of the western states of America and your father did some research. There is a lovely private school for boys named Dalton Academy and it's in Westerville Ohio. It'll be great for you. It has a superior educational program as well as the option to board which will be very handy until your father and I mend financially."

"It's in Ohio." Blaine whispered, mostly to himself.

"Yes dear, is that a problem?" his mother requested, eyeing him critically.

"Not at all. Everything's great." He smiled happily, "When are we leaving?"

"I've booked plane tickets for Monday so it'll 3 days from now." His father informed him gruffly. Mrs. Anderson nodded in agreement before turning towards Blaine again.

"I think you should start packing, honey."

Blaine was sitting on his bed, cross-legged, his fingers tapping on his bed-sheets as excitement cursed through him. He kept staring at Kurt, his still figure, lying on the bed, waiting to be woken up.

Soon enough, the previously immobile doll stirred, a barely perceptible movement and Blaine was already lying next to him, his eyes shining brightly.

"Hey Kurt," he smiled warmly as the boy moved his head towards him, opening his glasz eyes slowly. "Blaine?"

"The one and only." Blaine said smugly, placing his head on top of Kurt's flat stomach, massaging the warm skin there.

Kurt laughed. "Of course." Then, his smile vanished, replaced by utmost seriousness. "I need to tell you something."

Blaine inhaled sharply. "What is it?" he requested timidly.

Kurt looked down. "Karofsky threatened to kill me." Blaine's eyes widened.

"And, my dad found out. They're enrolling me to a different school. A private school." Kurt bit his lip. "It's just ... I know what Karofsky did and frankly, my life at McKinley was hell but I'll miss my friends. I'll have no one there."

"Kurt?" Blaine nudged him in the shoulder lightly, "How far from your friends is that school?"

"Dad says it's in Westerville so technically, it's still within Ohio but Blaine, it's so far." Blaine stood frozen.

"Blaine? Is something wrong?" Kurt asked worriedly. Blaine took a deep breath.

"Kurt, what's the name of the school?"

"Dalton."

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Blaine didn't tell Kurt that day. Nor did he say the next or the one afterwards. And when Kurt would ask him why he was so damn happy all the time, he'd feel bad because he knew how troubled the other boy was and how much the whole situation had cost him.

And so the days passed, the weekend come and gone insanely fast in a whirlwind of kisses and laughs and quick handjobs. Kurt gradually let himself unwind, becoming more and more of himself as the immediate danger of Karofsky's threats distanced itself.

"So," Kurt cleared his throat, his hand on top of Blaine's, massaging it nervously, "It's my first day tomorrow."

Blaine smiled broadly. "That's great." Kurt frowned. "No, really. I'm sure you'll make great friends at Dalton and you'll always have the New Directions and … I don't know. A surprise might be awaiting you."

Kurt bit his lip as he looked up hopefully. "Like what?"

"Well, it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, would it?" Blaine joked and Kurt nudged at the shoulder playfully. "Like you would know! No, get off me!" he suddenly cried as Blaine grabbed both his hands, forcing them on top of his head as he started kissing him sloppily, laughing in between his attempts at mouthing all skin available.

"No! Stop, please stop." Kurt begged between giggles, his hands struggling to break free from Blaine's relentless hold. Then, Blaine placed a slow, sensuous kiss on his lips.

"Don't stop." Kurt breathed.

Blaine slowly let go of Kurt's hands, encircling his own around the other boy's narrow waist.

"I love you." He whispered, smiling softly as Kurt's face lit up.

"I love you too."

"So," the blond guy cleared his throat, looking hopeful. "Have you thought of joining the Warblers?"

Kurt looked at him surprised before cocking his head. "What makes you think I know how to sing?" he asked softly.

"You're Kurt Hummel, aren't you? New Direction's countertenor? I saw you in math class today, the teacher said your name. I thought-

"No! I mean, yes. That's me. Kurt Hummel, countertenor." Kurt let out an awkward chuckle. "I just, um … didn't think you'd know ... me."

"Oh." The blonde guy breathed, obviously relieved. "That's good. Wes would kill me if I didn't manage to convince you to join," the boy's voice trailed off, "I mean, you want to, right? You should really audition, the Warblers are like … rock stars!" he exclaimed, smiling hopefully.

Kurt nodded his head emphatically. "I'd love to." He replied gratefully, "Thank you."

"Hey, no problem." The guy smiled excitedly, "I'm Jeff, by the way."

"Kurt." He smiled, shaking the other boy's hand eagerly.

"Good to meet you, Kurt. Welcome to Dalton."

Where the hell are you Hummel? We're outside waiting in Puck's track.

P.S Really fancy school lady, it suits you. -Santana

Kurt smiled at his phone, choosing to ignore Santana's vulgar-if not extremely offensive-choice of words as he basically ran out of the building, heading towards Dalton's parking lot where his friends were waiting for him.

His smile widened further as he reached Puck's vehicle, recognizing several members of the New Directions inside, including even Quinn Fabray.

"Hello, guys." he waved excitedly, walking towards Mercedes who had exited the car, her smile radiant as she was approaching him hurriedly.

The moment they reached each other, he hugged her tightly, his face hidden in the mass of curls on her head as she clung to him fiercely. "I'm so sorry, Kurt. I should have been there for you." she whispered, her voice hoarse and remorseful.

As he withdrew his arms from around Mercedes' middle, he noticed Brittany standing beside his friend, looking forlorn. "I missed you, boo." she mumbled, her lips pouting.

"I've only been gone for a day, Brittany." Kurt smiled though it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Santana said you'll stay here for a long, long time. Is that true?" she asked, her eyes big and scared.

"I'm afraid so." Kurt replied, pursing his lips together tightly.

"Alright, alright." Santana's voice rose above them, "This is becoming far too depressing for my taste. Who's up for some pizza at my place?"

Finn was the first to raise his hand, followed by the rest of the Glee Club to the most reluctant, including Kurt and Rachel, the latter of which agreeing to come after Santana promised that there would be vegan pizza ordered as well.

Small talk began to ensue, starting off as awkward and forced but gradually becoming more genuine as the group slowly got into Puck's truck.

Kurt was the last to get inside, Mercedes right in front of him when he heard someone call his name in a voice that sounded frighteningly familiar.

"Kurt?" Mercedes asked timidly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Someone's calling you. Is he from Dalton?"

"No." Kurt whispered, frozen in his position. "It can't be." he shook his head stubbornly, afraid to face the other way.

"He's holding a suitcase and he's waving at you, Kurt." Mercedes insisted, sneaking glances over his back, "I think you should turn around."

Kurt slowly turned, his lips parting as he recognised the figure of a boy about 10 feet away from him, standing in front of a large car, holding a rather large suitcase.

"Blaine?" Kurt's voice trembled as he voiced the other boy's name, tears coming to his eyes. The other boy smiled softly before his suitcase fell from limp fingers and he started running towards Kurt.

Kurt met him halfway, falling against him with such force their bodies hurt.

Blaine's hands first were at his waist, then they were cradling his face before Kurt grabbed them, placing them on his hips. His own moved towards Blaine's head, the one threading through Blaine's curls while the other cupped his left cheek.

"How?" he whispered, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

Blaine smiled widely. "Surprise." he whispered and he dived in, kissing Kurt square on the mouth.

Kurt let out a gasp, his hand on Blaine's hair tugging at the curls insistently as his tongue probed the other boy's mouth, asking for permission to enter.

Blaine's lips parted as Kurt's tongue delved inside the hot cavern, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation.

His hands started trailing up and down Kurt's legs, occasionally cupping his ass, earning a moan from the other boy.

Kurt's actions came to a sudden halt at Santana's loud whistle, accompanied by the word "wanky", spoken in a clearly impressed tone.

"Fuck." he swore, his hand covering his mouth as his eyes widened at the realization of what he'd just said.

"Alright Lady Lips," Santana drawled though her face was bright and undoubtedly happy, "Who's the hobbit? Is he your boyfriend?"

Blaine mouthed at Kurt "hobbit?" before he turned towards Santana, replying smoothly. "Yes, I'm his boyfriend."

A moment of silence.

"So, um..." Finn trailed off from inside the van, "Are you coming for pizza?"

"I like your friends." Blaine said as he grasped Kurt's hand, moving towards the other boy's house, "They're kinda weird but in a ... good, special way."

Kurt laughed. "That's true." A pause. "I can't believe you didn't tell me you were coming to the USA! Unbelievable."

Blaine sighed. "Oh come on, Kurt. How many times are you going to complain about that? I told you, I wanted to surprise you."

"I'm not sure if I can forgive you yet." Kurt insisted, trying desperately to hide the smile threatening to take over his features. "You'll have to earn it."

"I will." Blaine replied confidently. "So," he began.

"So." Kurt repeated, smiling softly as they reached the door of his house, "I'll see you tomorrow at Dalton?"

"Actually," Blaine replied, "You'll probably see me tonight."

Kurt laughed. "Right. I almost forgot."

"Goodnight, then." Blaine said after a moment of silence, his hand lingering on Kurt's arm.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Gosh, you're clingy." he moved to open the door.

"Don't I get a goodnight kiss?" Blaine pouted.

"Maybe." Kurt replied, "But not tonight. At least ... not yet." he winked, unlocking the door and walking inside.

"I'll be waiting!" Blaine yelled as Kurt closed the door behind him.

When Blaine woke up, his eyelids felt heavy. He had barely slept the previous night, choosing to stay awake as he stubbornly waited for the porcelain doll to wake up though such thing never happened.

He eyed his new room blearily, his eyes falling on the-still-immobile doll momentarily before setting to the source of sound that had woken him. Namely, his cell phone.

Opening the device, he saw a new message displayed on the screen-the number, unknown.

Would you like to meet me for coffee today? There's a great coffee shop close to Dalton, it's called Lima Bean. My treat.

-Kurt

P.S I didn't dream about you last night, isn't that weird?

Blaine stared at the message for a few seconds as a smile slowly crept up his face. With trembling fingers, he replied:

Sure. But I'm buying. -Blaine

The end.