I had too much fun writing the first part, I couldn't NOT continue it. (Plus, I wanted the ending of this little story to be more than "They had sex. The end.") So I came up with this little slightly-lemony thing right here.
Kurt was well aware of the fact that he was awake, but he didn't dare open his eyes. He knew that the second he did so, he'd be in his own bedroom, alone, discovering that the events of last night were nothing but a beautiful dream. He decided to stay in this dream as long as he could. It felt nice - there were a pair of nice, strong arms wrapped around his naked body, and his head was resting on another boy's bare chest. He smiled to himself and snuggled closer into the warm embrace, determined to make this dream last forever.
A pair of soft lips gently kissed his forehead and then moved down, gently brushing against Kurt's ear as they whispered, "Wake up, baby," as softly as possible.
Kurt shook his head and buried his face in the other boy's chest. "No," he mumbled, still refusing to open his eyes.
Unfortunately, the other boy was just as determined as Kurt was. Kurt felt a strong hand grip him gently under his chin and tilt his face up. Before he knew what was happening, the same soft lips that had kissed his forehead were now kissing his mouth, and his eyes flew open.
He was kissing Blaine. So maybe it hadn't been a dream...maybe, by some miracle, it had actually happened, but it seemed too good to be true.
"Good morning, beautiful," Blaine murmured against Kurt's lips without breaking the kiss.
Kurt kissed him back for a second before he pulled away. "Is this real?" he breathed in disbelief.
"Somehow it is," Blaine murmured against Kurt's skin as he kissed the soprano's neck. "I know, I thought it was just an amazing dream, too."
Kurt sighed in content. "Oh, I love you so much," he whispered as Blaine continued kissing down onto his chest.
"I love you, too." Blaine smiled as he rested his head on Kurt's stomach and continued rubbing his hand softly over the smaller boy's chest, up and down slowly. "Do we have to do anything today, can we just stay here?" he murmured. "I just want to stay right here and touch my boy all day long."
"I like that idea." Kurt smiled as he ran his hand through his boyfriend's dark hair. "But my dad wants me home by noon...ever since he and Carole got married, the four of us have spent every Saturday afternoon watching the Buckeye game together. It's kind of a new tradition." He thought for a few seconds before continuing. "You can come over too, if you want."
"As long as I get to be with you, I'm happy." Blaine moved up to Kurt's level and kissed his lips softly for a quick second. "Although I am a little surprised he was cool with letting you stay over here all night..."
Kurt smiled. "He trusts me...besides, we don't need to tell him everything that went down here last night."
"Sounds good." Blaine gave him another quick kiss before pulling away to glance at the clock on his bedside table. "Oh, shit, it's almost 11:30, we should get going."
Kurt reluctantly rolled out of the bed and picked up the sweatpants and Warblers t-shirt that he'd only worn for a short amount of time the previous evening. "I'm keeping these, just so you know," he announced to Blaine as he pulled the shirt on over his head.
"Go right ahead, they look so hot on you." Blaine shrugged as he stepped into a pair of dark-wash jeans. "And you said you'd never own a pair of sweatpants."
"I like these, though," Kurt mused as he ran one hand down the side of his leg. "They're actually really comfortable."
"That's why everyone else likes them!" Blaine laughed as he walked across the room to wrap his arms around his boyfriend. Kurt just looked up into his eyes with a tiny smile on his face, and Blaine forgot what he was about to say next. "God, you're so fucking cute."
Kurt stood on his tiptoes and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck as he planted a tiny kiss on the edge of his jawline. "I could say the same for you," he murmured, moving his lips over to give his boyfriend a proper kiss.
Blaine kissed Kurt back, all the while gently moving one hand down his back and stopping right on that perfectly-curved ass of his. "Be honest with me, does anything hurt?" he asked, breaking away from the kiss to look into Kurt's gorgeous eyes.
Kurt pursed his kiss-swollen lips as he thought about this, then shook his head. "Not really. I'm a little sore, but it doesn't feel like anything abnormal."
The older boy breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, good. As long as you're okay."
Kurt nodded and smiled as he kissed Blaine again. "I'm fine. Everything's perfect."
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and lifted him up off the ground as their lips continued moving together. Kurt held on tighter to Blaine, knowing that if it weren't for the other boy holding him down, he might just float away or dissolve or something. For the second time in his life, the first being last night, he felt absolutely weightless.
"Hey everyone!" Kurt called to his family over the roar of the television. The second he stepped through the front door hand-in-hand with Blaine, he could immediately smell the unmistakable scent of nachos and popcorn that always meant one thing: Ohio State Game Day. His stomach was growling; they hadn't eaten anything over at Blaine's in their hurry to get over to Kurt's in time.
"In here, honey!" Carole called from the living room. She turned around over the back of the couch to smile at the boys as they walked in. "Oh, hi Blaine!"
"Hey, Mrs. Hudson. Burt, Finn," Blaine smiled as he greeted each one in turn. Still holding Kurt's hand, they sat down on the couch as Finn scooted over to make room for the two of them. They sat as close as possible, Blaine's arm around Kurt's waist and Kurt's head resting on Blaine's shoulder.
Blaine started chattering amiably with Kurt's father and soon-to-be stepmother; Finn narrowed his eyes and leaned over towards Kurt. "Since when do you wear sweatpants?" he asked his future stepbrother, looking him over.
"Finn, I think it's best not to ask," Burt chimed in. Finn flinched and sat up straight, leaning away from Kurt, not knowing the other man had been able to overhear. It didn't take him long to realize what Burt meant, so he reached for the nearest bowl and shoved an entire handful of nachos in his mouth to avoid having to say anything.
Kurt, meanwhile, was turning an unnatural state of red at his father's comment. "Daaaaad."
Burt shrugged and said something that Kurt didn't hear because he was suddenly distracted by Blaine pulling him closer so Kurt's head was resting against his chest. Kurt sighed happily before remembering a brief second later how hungry he was. He reluctantly pulled away from Blaine's embrace just a tiny bit so he could reach for the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table in front of them. Finn's greasy fingers were reaching into the bowl at the same time, and Kurt was quite proud of himself for not getting excited when his almost-stepbrother's fingers brushed against his own. He was officially over his crush on Finn Hudson, and he couldn't be happier, because he had a boy of his own now - one who actually played for his team, nonetheless.
He snuggled back against Blaine, and as Burt watched the two of them from where he sat in the La-Z-Boy across the room, he couldn't help noticing that Kurt's face was graced with the biggest smile he'd worn in...well, ever. He noticed when Blaine leaned over to whisper something in Kurt's ear. Over the noise of the television, Burt couldn't hear what was said, but he did notice his son erupting into a tiny fit of giggles as Blaine finished saying whatever he'd been saying. Blaine made Kurt happy. It was that simple. And Burt had never seen his son this happy.
Blaine stood up from the couch a few minutes later. "I'm gonna go get something to drink, anybody want anything?" he asked the room collectively. Nobody did. "Kurt?" he asked his boyfriend, who was still sitting on the couch.
The soprano shook his head. "No thanks."
"I'll be right back." He leaned over to give Kurt a quick peck on the lips before stepping out into the kitchen.
Burt saw that this was probably the only chance he'd get to speak to Blaine alone, so he excused himself and followed his son's boyfriend out into the kitchen. Blaine was pouring himself a glass of Coke from the 2-liter bottle that was sitting on the counter. Burt didn't say anything at first, but cleared his throat after a few seconds to announce his presence. "Hey, uh, Blaine?"
Blaine set the bottle back on the counter and screwed the cap back on. "Hey, Burt, what's up?"
Burt shook his head. "Nothing really, but look. I just wanted to talk to you for a minute."
"Uh, sure." Blaine rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Shoot."
"I just wanted to thank you," Burt said, and Blaine exhaled an obvious sigh of relief. "Look, I usually try not to hang around too much when you guys are together, just for the sake of giving you two privacy, so when I saw you guys on the couch out there just now it made me realize something. You make my son so happy, Blaine, and I can't thank you enough for that."
"My pleasure," Blaine responded with a nod. "I...I really...I love your son. I think he's beautiful and amazing and just perfect in every single way. And I consider myself so, so, so lucky that he wants to be with me. I couldn't ask for anybody better."
Blaine's voice grew quieter the more he spoke, so quiet that he was practically crying by the time he finished. Burt looked into Blaine's dark eyes as he spoke, and he could tell the boy meant every single word he'd just said.
"Thank you," Burt said simply. "And I hope you tell him that. Kurt was going through so much shit before he met you, and then when you came along, it was like he finally started living. I mean it, Blaine, I've never seen him this happy in the sixteen years I've known him."
Blaine smiled appreciatively. "No problem. He makes me happy, too...and I love him with all my heart."
Their conversation was met with an unexpected interruption in the form of Finn jumping off the couch and shouting, "YES!" Blaine and Burt both glanced back out towards the living room to see an OSU touchdown dance in progress in the end zone on TV, Finn excitedly slapping his mother's hand in a high five, and Kurt popping another piece of popcorn in his mouth, looking bored.
"Buckeyes just scored," Kurt called in a monotone voice only for the benefit of his father and boyfriend out in the kitchen, not because he cared.
"That's great, I'll be right out," Burt called back to his son before returning his attention to Blaine. "And, uh, whatever went down at your house last night, I don't want to know. But whatever happened, Kurt's obviously thrilled about it and thrilled to be wearing your clothes, so just, um, keep doing what you're doing. Okay?"
That sure as hell wasn't what Blaine had been expecting to hear from Burt - what was that supposed to mean, Go ahead and keep making sweet gay love to my son? - but all the same, he shrugged and picked up his glass of Coke. "Yeah, no problem."
Burt pulled Blaine into an awkward one-armed hug before giving him a wry smile and quickly pouring himself his own glass of pop. "Come on, we should get back out there before they start asking questions."
They walked back out to join the others in the living room, Burt settling himself in his La-Z-Boy and Blaine snuggling up next to Kurt. He pulled the smaller boy against his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around him to hold him as close as possible.
Kurt looked up at him with those big, beautiful eyes of his. "What were you guys talking about in there?"
"You." Blaine smiled as he touched Kurt's lips with the tip of his index finger.
"What about me," Kurt murmured, rolling his eyes, making it more of a statement than a question. He buried his face in Blaine's chest, wishing he could just make out with him right here and now, but that probably wouldn't be appropriate with Kurt's entire family in the room, he decided.
"Just about how amazing you are," Blaine whispered, smiling as he stroked Kurt's forehead.
"Really." Kurt's voice was muffled.
Blaine gently kissed the top of his head. "Really."
They stayed like that in each others' arms for the rest of the game. The content smiles they wore never left either of their faces, until the game was finally over and the Buckeyes had won. Blaine reluctantly extricated himself from Kurt and stood up. "I should get going, I have a ton of homework to get started on this afternoon."
"Aww, don't go." Kurt, still sitting on the couch, reached out for Blaine's hand and brought it to his lips in a soft kiss.
"I have to. I'm sorry, baby," Blaine said quietly so that only Kurt could hear, then addressed the rest of the room. "Thanks for having me over, guys."
Burt, Carole, and Finn all called their goodbyes to Blaine as Kurt stood up and walked his boyfriend to the front door. More than anything in the world, Kurt just wanted to spend the rest of the day with his boyfriend. They'd been inseparable for a little less than twenty-four hours now, and Kurt found himself wishing that this day would never end.
"How much homework do you have?" Kurt asked against Blaine's skin as he kissed the nape of his neck.
"Way too much." Blaine sighed. "Look, there's no way I'm gonna finish it all today anyway...maybe I could come over again tonight after I get a head start on some of it? If that's okay with you...," He wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and spoke in a low, sexy murmur that sent chills down the younger boy's spine.
Kurt nodded eagerly. "Yes please!" He paused for a moment, lost in thought, considering something. "Can you fit through the basement window? I have a lot of homework, too, and my dad might not be too happy if he knew you were here distracting me..." Kurt smiled as he reached up to place a teasing kiss on the corner of Blaine's mouth.
"Sneaking in? That actually sounds pretty sexy...I think I can do that." Blaine spoke against Kurt's lips as he gave him a real kiss, one that eventually turned into a collision of tongues.
Kurt decided not to attempt to speak anymore; he was too lost in this kiss to even be close to coherency. He kissed him back, not worrying about the fact that any moment now, Burt or Carole or Finn could walk into the front hallway and discover them. Right now, all he cared about was the fact that Blaine's tongue was down his throat - and that made him really, really, ridiculously happy.
They broke the kiss breathlessly a few minutes later, both of them gasping for the oxygen they didn't want. "Alright, I need to get going," Blaine said reluctantly, leaning in to give Kurt one last, sweet kiss. "Love you."
"Love you too," Kurt responded, feeling his cheeks turning what was probably some heinous shade of pink. "See you later?"
Blaine turned over his shoulder and winked at him as he stepped out the front door. "Definitely."
That evening, after the longest five or so hours of Kurt's life, he was just starting to run water for the bubble bath he so desperately needed. The history project he'd spent the remainder of his afternoon working on had killed him; all he needed now was to close his eyes while lying amidst a field of soap bubbles and relax. He was just pouring the last drop of bubble solution in when he heard a knock at the window, and he remembered.
He dashed out of his bathroom and across the bedroom in a delirious bliss. Sure enough, Blaine was waiting for him right outside. The window was stuck, Kurt very nearly ripped his fingernails off trying to slide it aside as quickly as possible. After struggling for a few seconds, it finally gave in and Blaine was right there.
"Hi," Kurt said breathlessly with the cutest, littlest, boyish smile on his face. Blaine couldn't help but admire how flushed his cheeks had become in his haste to run across the room and open the window; it just made him that much more adorable.
"Hi." Blaine didn't care about the fact that he was at an extremely awkward angle, crouching outside the window - he reached inside to pull Kurt's face up and closer to his own and gave his boyfriend the sweetest kiss he possibly could. He pulled away after a few seconds so he could face his next challenge: fitting through the window, which suddenly seemed extremely small.
"You got it?" Kurt asked as Blaine carefully lowered himself into the room, grunting with the effort and nodding in response to his question. Finally he managed to fit himself all the way through and jumped to the floor, immediately turning back around towards Kurt so he could bring the boy he loved closer to him in an embrace.
"You're still wearing my clothes," Blaine noted, running his index finger along the waistband of the sweatpants Kurt wore.
Kurt smiled as an idea popped into his head. "Not for much longer. You're right on time."
"Right on time for what?" Blaine asked as he caught the unmistakable scent of bubbly lavender soap drifting his way from the bathroom.
Kurt didn't say anything right away, just smiled and took Blaine's hand to start pulling him towards the bathroom. "Are you opposed to bubble baths?" he asked with a seductive smirk when they reached the bathroom, casually pulling his shirt up and off over his head.
"No...," Blaine was lost for words as Kurt stepped out of the sweatpants and stepped completely naked into the bubbly water. "I...I like bubble baths."
"Then why don't you join me?" Kurt's eyes were shamelessly locked on Blaine's, a wordless challenge for him to try and resist. As if. All of a sudden, Blaine couldn't get out of his own clothes fast enough. He wasn't happy until he slipped into the bathtub next to Kurt and pulled his boyfriend into his lap.
"In response to your question...," Blaine said softly, lips brushing against Kurt's ear as he spoke, "yes. I love bubble baths."
Kurt smiled and snuggled happily into Blaine's arms. "And I love you."
"I love you more," Blaine countered, a smile of his own tugging at the corners of his lips.
"No, I love you more," Kurt insisted. He pressed his lips against that warm spot where Blaine's neck became his shoulder, as if to prove his point.
Blaine shook his head. "I don't think so. I'm pretty sure I love you more." Determined to win their little play argument, he pulled Kurt closer against him and began tickling him to the best of his ability, considering his fingers were underwater.
It must have worked, because Kurt let out a tiny squeal and struggled to get away. "No! I...," he finally somehow managed to escaped Blaine's grasp, "love you more. And if you try to fight with me one more time, I'm gonna splash you."
"Fine." Blaine sighed and appeared to be giving up, but after a few seconds he smirked. "Iloveyoumore."
"You asked for it..." Kurt swiped his hand through the water with every ounce of strength he had, soaking every part of Blaine that hadn't already been wet.
"Oh no you don't." Blaine reached out and grabbed Kurt before he could get too far away in the spacious Jacuzzi bathtub. He wrapped his arms around him, holding him as tightly as possible, giggling a little bit as he looked at him.
"What's so funny?" Kurt asked, making a halfhearted attempt to break away.
"Nothing. You just look cute with bubbles in your hair is all." Blaine smiled and brushed the back of his hand against Kurt's face. "We obviously both love each other a lot. Now can we just stop this silly argument and make out?"
Kurt smirked as he reached up to pull Blaine's face down closer to his own. "I like that idea. Now come here and give me the best makeout session of my life."
And Blaine did.
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