-Alrighty guys, this is my first full-length Klaine story, so I hope you like. And hold on tight, it's gonna be one helluva ride. Rawra, I blame you for this haha. Have fun, kiddies!-
Always on My Mind
Hummel in Wonderland
It all started when Mr. Schuester made that ridiculous Facebook page. None of this would have befallen either of us if that wouldn't have happened.
"It's for publicity!" He had said. Publicity. Yeah, like that page would make us any more popular among the rest of the student body. No, it was just another one of Schuester's attempts to make us famous and failing.
What was on this dreaded page? The videos of nearly every performance we had done in front of the school, and a few that we hadn't.
"I didn't know anyone was filming us!" Rachel beamed, incredibly excited. I rolled my eyes, leaning my head on Blaine's shoulder.
"I'm sure it's great," he whispered, squeezing my hand. "Something good'll come out of this, just watch."
I half-smiled up at him. "Always optimistic, aren't you?" He grinned.
"It's a curse."
I was excited about this new page, to be honest. I mean, I was new to New Directions and I needed to know what they'd done before, what kind of talent I was up against or anything of that nature.
So, when I got home that night, I looked at the dozens of videos Mr. Schue had posted.
I noticed Rachel was a definite attention hog –not that I hadn't gathered that already, Finn's voice was a little wearing and Mike and Brittany could dance their asses off.
That's when I found their performance of "Push It."
I honestly had no idea Kurt could move his hips like that. Gyrating back and forth at that incredible speed was just…oh god…
I started to wonder...what would his hips feel like if they were in my hands, dancing against my waist. I felt my jeans get tight. I shifted in my seat, trying to think of something else.
But the video was still going, and I was still envying that fanny-pack attached to that beautiful boy's pants. "Why wasn't I aware of this?" I breathed, not meaning to speak aloud.
I choked on my own breath when he crawled across the floor, a playful, mischievous, sexy as hell look on his face.
I couldn't keep watching after that. I pushed myself away from the computer, breathing slowly. "God, Kurt Elizabeth, you'll be the end of me."
I shook my head, hard, and fell back on my bed, rolling on my side and grabbing my iPod. Stop thinking like that, I chastised myself. Kurt is sweet and innocent and…and incredibly hot. I wanted him, I wanted him very badly at that moment. I wanted to throw him down on this very bed, tear off his clothes and-
I agreed with myself. Dwelling on doing those things –no matter how appealing they seemed- would do nothing but leave me frustrated or ashamed with myself.
I put my headphones in, cranking the volume so all I could think about was what was playing.
During Adam Lambert's "Down the Rabbit Hole" I drifted off to sleep.
I watched as the wide-eyed boy dressed in blue and white walked through the heavily wooded area, looking lost and frightened.
"Oh, I'm lost," he said to himself, looking around desperately. He chewed his lip, one hand on his chin, utterly exasperated.
I started walking toward him, watching the blue kilt sway precariously around his legs as he moved. The dim lighting gave me the cover I needed to sneak up on him, and it gave his skin a luminous glow, only making me want it more.
He turned in my direction, peering into the brush without being able to see me. "Hello?" He called in his bell of a voice. "Hello? Is someone there?" Nothing but crackling leaves met his ears. "Excuse me," the naivety in his eyes was absolutely breathtaking. "I seem to be lost, can…can you help me?"
I was beside him now, watching him edge toward the brush, passing a very large mushroom as he went. Before he could set his Mary Jane-clad toe off the trail, I pounced.
He cried out in surprise, doing nothing to stop me from pinning him against the giant plant. I put my hands on either side of him, blocking any and all escape that he could possibly have. He looked up at me, breathing rapidly, scared.
"Who are you?" I asked, staring directly into those beautiful blue eyes, and he looked right back, too afraid to do anything else.
"M-my name's Kurt."
I shook my head and kissed him, much to his surprise. He gasped and stared at me in disbelief. "Who are you?" I repeated.
"I-I don't understand," he breathed. I held his face, thumbing his cheek and pressing my hips to his. "Oh!" He squeaked. I kissed him again, deeper this time. I kissed up his jaw-line and to his ear, feeling him shiver as I whispered,
"Who, are, you?" I asked slowly. This time he didn't answer. My hands traveled over his chest, fingers toying with the buttons on his stark-white vest before going even further. I grabbed his leg, gently cradling his calf, feeling his warm skin through the thin fabric of his white knee-highs. I pulled his leg level with my waist, watching with deep seated lust as the kilt slipped down, coming to a rest at his hip, revealing his blue briefs.
He was gasping and shaking a little under my fingers, melting under my touches. I slid my tongue past his pink lips, smiling a little when he whimpered softly.
"Who are you?" He looked up at me, practically panting.
"I-I told you, my name is Kurt, I-"
I kissed him some more, tearing the vest from his torso, shimmying his shirt over his head. He looked at me, cheeks and ears pink. I touched his smooth chest, toying with him.
"Who…are…you?" I started kissing his neck, and to my surprise, he tangled his fingers in my hair, legs wrapping around my waist, squeezing me to him desperately.
"Yours!" He gasped, giving into me. "Yours, I'm all yours, now take me, please!" How could I possibly tell him no?
I was kissing him again, tongue dancing with his, hands kneading his quivering thighs. He whimpered and shook beneath me. He turned his head, revealing a small tattoo on a particular spot on his neck that read "EAT ME." I grinned.
"Don't mind if I do."
I kissed and bit that very spot, squeezing him tighter as he screamed and moaned in pleasure. I kissed down his chest and his stomach, teasing the skin around the hem of the kilt.
"Please!" He choked. "Please, yes, I want it, please…"
I grinned again and let my hands dive under the kilt, making him tremble and cry out.
"Shh, shh…" My fingers wrapped around the waistband of his underwear, and tore. The fabric came apart so easily. He trembled at the feel of my fingers exploring him, sweating with want and anticipation.
"Is this what you want?" I breathed, smiling.
"More," he gasped. "Please, give me more."
I ducked under the kilt, bringing my tongue and lips to his aching lust.
"Oh!" He screamed, his legs collapsing over my shoulders. "Oh, oh, god. Oh god, yes! Mmnn!"
He threw his head back, hands digging into the mushroom under him, eyes clamped shut, voice spewing noises he didn't even know were possible. I came out from under the garment, much to his displeasure.
"Wh-why did you stop?" He begged. I kissed him, taking off my own clothes, allowing him to help with his shaking and clumsy fingers. He was so adorable. He touched my chest with silk-like hands, testing, feeling and teasing without much knowledge that he was doing it.
I threw the kilt up, grinding our hips together, causing gasps and whimpers to pour from his lush lips.
"Move those hips like I know you can," I whispered, suckling on his earlobe. He stared at me for a beat before he understood what I meant. He positioned his hips slightly above the vegetation, allowing his body the room it needed to do what I wanted.
And god, was it what I wanted. I gasped, my fingers latching onto his back, teeth sinking into his gentle neck.
"UHN! UH! Oh, Kurt!" The boy didn't stop, if anything he moved faster, one hand behind him, supporting him, the other on my shoulder, holding him to me. "I'm going to…I'll…Jesus, KURT!"
I woke with a start, sweating and breathing laboriously. I swallowed hard, throwing my now dead iPod onto my side-table.
I rolled over, still picturing Kurt's body as I did so.
"Oh my God, I'm going to hell," I whispered, knowing that the idea of doing any of that would terrify Kurt into a stammering frenzy. I tugged my pillow over my head and tried to think of something else.
I was so successful in that I didn't sleep the rest of the night.
-Whatcha think? Tell me, please! Song "Down the Rabbit Hole" by Adam Lambert. It's an excellent song, for those who don't know it! Thank you!-