He welcomed Kurt back with open arms, literally. The pale brunette's somber face practically lit up as he stepped out of the gate and caught site of Blaine. For his part, Blaine held out his arms and watched in wonder as Kurt broke into a dead run to cross the fifty yard expanse of waiting room that separated them. Ignoring any stares that were thrown at them, Kurt threw himself into Blaine's arms, wrapping himself into the safety they provided. Blaine kissed him on the top of his head, unable to see the boys face that was currently buried in his jacket.
"I missed you." He whispered down into his soft chestnut waves. Kurt pulled back for a second and smiled widely at him, as if realizing Blaine was really there for the first time.
"Oh." He gasped. "I missed you too. That was the best welcome I've ever gotten." The twinned there fingers together and picked up Kurt's baggage. Finn had, thankfully, gotten a ride home from Puck and would undoubtedly be spending at least a few hours catching up on Xbox Live time, leaving the reunited couple with a free afternoon for once. Blaine pulled out of the parking garage listening in earnest to Kurt, who made him wonder how he managed to fit so many words into a sentence and not be gasping for air. Blaine pulled into a spot at the Lima Bean a few minutes later, receiving an inquiring look full of eyebrow from Kurt.
"I want to hear everything, love. But I need some caffeine. I've had a few late nights this week, if you catch my drift." Blaine chuckled as Kurt blushed faintly.
They order their drinks and sat down at their usual table. And thank God for that, Blaine thought. He'd never felt more at home and more blessed than in the simple moments like this that he had with Kurt. He'd realized how special their relationship was and how fortunate they were to have found each other. Now here he had this beautiful boy in front of him and as long as he kept remembering that, kept clinging to that fact that Kurt was his, he knew they could whether any storm. They would beat the odds, get out of their small-minded home and start one of their very own in the most incredible city in the world.
Yes, Blaine knew it was a dream full of holes. Life could be so cruel sometimes. But he also knew that when he found Kurt, when he kissed Kurt and when he held him close, that what they had built together was strong enough to defy all obstacles. The conversation of the afternoon flowed easily, as it always did, and Blaine found himself wondering of ways to cement their inevitable future. And then it hit him that he'd been showing Kurt love, but he hadn't actually ever said it. So he watched Kurt talk about his amazing trip, about the place they would one day make their home, their play ground, their escape. And he said it. He said it without caring if Kurt wanted to say it back. He knew Kurt loved him and that was enough for now. This was only their first of what Blaine hoped would be many "I-love-you-and-want-to-be-with-you-always" moments. And he saw it all over Kurt's face as he choked on his coffee. When Kurt did say it back, he felt light, lighter than air. Falling in love with your best friend was one thing, but them loving you back was even better.
"If you think about it..." Kurt said, a light smile playing out across his face. "Kurt Hummel has had a pretty good year." Blaine smiled back. They'd come so far. And later, as they finished their coffee and reached the car, Blaine figured he had nothing to lose. He slid into the drivers seat, buckling his seat belt. With a sidelong glance at Kurt, who was bent back around to grab his belt from behind, Blaine caught a glimpse of pale white skin as his jacket caught on the armrest. Well, here goes nothing. He placed a hand gingerly on Kurt's upper thigh and rubbed it a little roughly.
"I think I know something that would make your year just a bit better, if you're up for it..." Kurt delicately grabbed his wrist and removed Blaine's hand from his thigh. Shitshitshit. Blaine could feel his stomach drop in a panic at the unreadable expression on Kurt's face as he moved Blaine's hand to-oh. Blaine's hand had been moved to Kurt's crotch and his already half formed erection.
"Blaine, as much as I love the 'cuddle Kurtsie until he feels all better about losing' tatic I also really, really want some alone time." Blaine's hand snapped back to the steering wheel in a flash and they were speeding out of the parking lot. He had a feeling if he tried to give Kurt a worded reply, it would probably come out as a cross between a moan and several odd nonsense words. Soon enough, however, they were at Kurt's beautifully empty house and Blaine had his hands on Kurt's hips, pinned against the barley shut front door.
"I. Missed. You. So. Fucking. Much." Blaine gasped as Kurt mouthed at his throat, lips crashing against his neck in a wild flurry.
"The feeling's mutual. By the way, that would have been an even better welcome at the airport." Kurt hummed against his skin as he sucked a fresh red mark into the dip between Blaine's jaw and his neck.
"Well, I couldn't do this at the airport." Blaine growled, breaking free from Kurt's coaxing touches and wrapping an arm around the smaller boy's waist. Kurt let out a squeak as Blaine roughly pulled him over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and stalked up the stars to Kurt's bedroom. Blaine gently placed the flailing countertenor on the bed, who sat up and pouted at him. His jacket was only half off, his hair had sprung free of its shield of hairspray and was lying in little wisps across his forehead, his eyes wide and blown out with lust.
"I feel like I should have hated that but it kind of incredibly turned me on." Blaine grinned and unceremoniously scuttled on the bed to embrace him. This time their kisses were slower, more tame that they had been at the door. With Blaine's help, they were able to work off his jacket and Blaine slipped off his cardigan, letting it drop to the floor with a soft thump. Kurt smiled at the noise, his lips letting the shape of his smile meld with Blaine's own.
"So, is this where movie magic happened?" He asked quietly, tracing a finger down a line of thread in the comforter. Kurt giggled and leaned forward to kiss him again. This time, his tongue darted out and invaded Blaine's earning a low moan from the other boy in response.
"Yes indeed. I set the tripod up over there." He gestured to the expanse in front of his closet. Blaine nodded, an idea floating to the surface of his hormone-addled brain. He shot Kurt and searching look before sliding off the bed. He crossed his hands behind his back and made his way to the bedside table.
"I seem to remember you bought something special for us to try..." He trailed off as his fingers connected with the cold metal of the handcuffs. Success. Blaine turned, dangling the cuffs demurely, eyes locking on Kurt's. Kurt expression was the picture of innocence.
"Now whatever are you going to do with those?" He quipped. Blaine got back on the bed by the head board and reach out his free hand.
"You'll see, come here." Kurt scooted to the head board and aligned his back with it, eyes still locked on Blaine's.
"Shirt off." He ordered, loving how eagerly Kurt yanked the material over his head and tossed it to the floor. "Hands behind your back, baby." Blaine watched a shiver pass down Kurt's spine as he looped the cuffs through two very convenient etchings in the head board's design before clicking Kurt's wrist into the if trying to escape, Kurt yanked his arms to the left and right, not budging more than an inch. "Now, my darling little tease, you are going to get yours." Blaine grinned evilly, straddling Kurt. Both boys moaned slightly as their erections brushed briefly as Blaine settled on top of him. "I believe we'd talked about how much you love me marking up that pretty, flawless skin of yours, didn't we?" Blaine asked, breathing the question against Kurt's flushed neck. He felt Kurt nod above him, which simply wouldn't do for an answer. Blaine deftly reached a hand across the younger boy's chest and tweaked his left nipple to hardness, earning a high-pitched yip in return. "I asked you a question." He grumbled, rubbing circles around the abused little bud.
"Yes. Yes, Blaine. I want you to-to mark m-me." Kurt stuttered as Blaine began to suck on the skin stretched taught over his collarbone. After a moment, he pulled back to observe the slick, red circle he'd created. Kurt groaned as he placed a chaste kiss to it, whispering "Mine" across the warm skin. Without another word, Blaine's hands traveled down to the button of Kurt's pants. Locking eyes with Kurt for a moment's approval, Blaine began undoing the button and pushed the pants down and off. He placed a palm over the bulge in Kurt's briefs, earning another high pitched moan in response.
"Kurt, what's this?" Kurt flushed as Blaine began to stroke Kurt through his briefs.
"It's-it's m-my..." Blaine stopped his stroking and sat back on his heels, shaking his head. Kurt's eyes widened at the loss and he tried to move forward a bit, only to be held back by the handcuffs. Blaine smiled at the response.
"You know that's not right, baby." Kurt's confused expression was adorable, Blaine just had to lean across him to press a long kiss to the frustrated boy's eager mouth. He shifted until he had another hand working over Kurt's erection. "Let me rephrase..." Blaine murmured darkly against the shell of his ear. "Who's is this?" Kurt shivered again.
"Yours! Yours, yours, yours." He moaned as Blaine slid his hand beneath the briefs, rubbing his thumb against the leaking head of his cock.
"That's right, baby. And what should I do with this?" Blaine began to work the briefs off his hips. Kurt's eyes fluttered closed as a strong hand wrapped completely around his length.
"Ohhhh." Blaine ran his thumb in circle over his slit before removing his hand completely. Kurt's eyes opened to watch as Blaine's tongue darted out and lapped the bit of pre cum off his thumb.
"You didn't answer. Where's my little cockslut who was so eager to have me fill him up?" He asked sadly, moving back a bit. Kurt whined, low and long, as Blaine shifted off the bed. He watched with eager eyes as he removed his shirt and his pants before getting back on the bed. "Now, tell me what you want and how you want it or I will not fuck you tonight." Kurt gulped as Blaine's hand wrapped around him again, stroking maddeningly slow. And the floodgates opened.
"Oh Blaine. I want-I want you inside me. I want to feel your tongue all over me, everywhere. I want you to fuck me so hard and so deep I can't think straight. Please!" He gasped out as Blaine lowered his mouth to Kurt's leaking cock and swirled his tongue over the tip. Blaine dug his fingernails into Kurt's thighs as he began to take him deeper, his tongue tracing a wicked line against the underside of his member. With a slick pop, Blaine pulled off a minute later. Kurt whined at the loss and thrust up widley at the air.
"Spread your legs, baby. I want to really taste you now." Without hesitation, Kurt scissored his legs apart for Blaine, who chuckled, squeezing Kurt's thigh possessive. "That's right, you know what's coming next, don't you, baby." Kurt wriggled back a bit to give Blaine more access to his ass as Blaine pulled apart his cheeks. With a groan, Blaine bent down and licked across Kurt's opening. Kurt yelped involuntarily at the contact.
"Oh god, yes. Blaine!" Blaine's tongue circled teasingly around his hole, all wet and masculine heat. "Blaine, please. Want you inside me." Kurt groaned as Blaine pushed his tongue deep inside him and out at the request. He shivered as Blaine continued to lick around his entrance, occasionally dipping inside and thrusting. After a few moments, Blaine bent up, a grin wide on his face. Kurt frowned at the sight because while he loved Blaine's glorious face, his tongue had more pressing matters to attend to at the moment. He wriggled out of his boxers and reached across Kurt to the bedside table, pulling out the bottle of lube and pouring a fine amount into his hand. "Ohh." Kurt whispered as Blaine warmed the lube up between his palms.
"That's right baby. Before I'm done, I want to hear you hitting all your high notes like a good little choir boy." Kurt rolled his eyes at the comment but moaned as Blaine pushed a finger inside of him. Blaine watched Kurt fall apart at the touch, helpless to gain anymore depth then what Blaine would give him because of the handcuffs.
"More, harder!" Kurt panted as Blaine's finger moved faster. He grimaced for a second as he added a second finger and absolutely howled when the third was added.
"Tell me how much you want this." He whispered, twisting his fingers roughly around inside.
"I want you so badly, Blaine. I want you inside of me filling me up. I feel so empty without you." Kurt gasped as Blaine quickly pulled out his fingers and slicked himself up. Within seconds, he felt the tip of Blaine's cock lined up against his hole. "Blaine-want you so badly inside me now." He breathed, wide blown brown eyes locked onto crazed blue eyes as Blaine slowly pushed in.
"Kurt-oh god, you feel so good, so tight." Blaine gasped, pushing in deeper. Giving Kurt a few seconds to adjust, Blaine lovingly fluttered hands over his thighs and rubbing gently. Kurt licked his lips and nodded for Blaine to pull out. With practiced ease, he pulled out to the tip and slammed back in. After a few wild thrusts, Kurt screamed as Blaine brushed across his prostate. Blaine grinned and thrust in and out in rapid succession across the same spot.
"BlaineI'msoclose." He panted. Blaine thrust in again and shook his head.
"No. Not until I say so." He growled, pushing Kurt's thighs up a bit so he could fuck him even deeper. Neither of them were bound to last long however and when asked again, Blaine nodded quickly. "Come for me baby." With a high-pitched keening cry, Kurt came all across their stomachs. Within seconds, Blaine was coming from the spasms around his cock. He pulled out after a few seconds, despite the sensitivity and unhooked Kurt from the head board. He pulled him into an warm embrace, both of their exhausted bodies falling back against the bed.
"That was..." Kurt started and the chocked off, his head falling tiredly against Blaine's shoulder.
"Delightful?" He quipped. Pulling Kurt closing to him, he placed a soft kiss to his sweaty forehead. "Welcome home, baby. I missed you" Kurt sighed and snuggled closer to Blaine's chest.
"I take back what I said. That was the best welcome I've ever gotten."