This chapter: Kurt/Rachel
Rachel was sipping champagne, glad that Kurt seemed to be enjoying himself. It had been hard to convince him to accompany her to that New Year's party thrown by one of her coworkers, but he was on the dance floor, glass of champagne in hand, and he seemed like he was having fun.
They didn't have enough money to go back home for the holidays, and she managed to convince him to come instead of moping around the apartment, thinking about Blaine. What ultimately convinced him was the promise of free champagne and the guilt he felt when Rachel pointed out that she'd have to kiss a perfect stranger at midnight if he didn't come.
Rachel drained her glass and joined Kurt on the dance floor. The song Barbra Streisand started to play; they turned to each other, matching grins on their faces.
"That's our song!" Rachel exclaimed.
"That, sweetie, is a call for celebration," he said, dragging her by the hand towards the refreshment table.
Champagne glasses clinked and Kurt quickly downed his.
"You know it's not a shot, do you?" Rachel asked.
"Shots? That's a fabulous idea!"
Rachel giggled. Kurt was already tipsy and she loved seeing him like that. He was always so busy with school and work that he barely had time to just relax and let loose.
He poured eight shots of some pink alcohol and slid four of them towards her. Rachel stared at him, bewildered.
"What? It's New Year's Eve and we miss our boyfriends. We should do something crazy we won't remember in the morning!"
His grin was contagious; Rachel grabbed the nearest glass. Kurt nodded approvingly, raising one of his own shots.
"To us," she replied.
The first shot burned down her throat, leaving a sickenly sweet aftertaste. The second one almost made her sick. By the third shot, Kurt stood way closer to her, and she couldn't remember why they were laughing so hard.
She spilled half of the fourth one down the front of her dress and in her cleavage. Kurt stood there, mesmerized, his eyes burning through her skin, until she downed the rest of her glass and motioned to steal his.
"Watch out, Missy!" he warned, eyes snapping back up. "That one's mine!"
Rachel giggled, and waited for him to down his shot before grabbing his arm and pulling him to the dance floor.
"Come on, let's dance!" she yelled above the music.
When he was drunk, Kurt's dancing was completely different. He dropped his usual shimmy, holding her tight against him, his hands low on her back. Rachel felt a shiver down her spine. Everything was blurry, because of the alcohol; she only registered flashes of sensations.
The warmth of Kurt's body pressed against hers. Colourful lights blinking. The bass sound pumping in her head. Kurt's breath on her neck, making her shiver. Kurt's hands trailing lower and lower. Her overwhelming urge to get closer to him.
As if he had read her thoughts, Kurt pressed in closer, burying his head in her neck. As she felt his harness against her leg, she let out a small gasp.
Kurt pulled back, looking embarrassed. Rachel didn't know what to do or say – she just knew that she wanted more.
Someone suddenly shouted: "TEN!" and everybody started to count down to the New Year, saving her from finding something to say.
"Happy New Year!" everyone shouted as the ball dropped on the large TV screen.
Kurt smiled at her and leaned in to hug her.
"Happy New Year, Rachel," he whispered in her ear.
"Happy New Year," she answered, trying to dissipate the fog that surrounded her mind.
"Still want that midnight kiss?" Kurt asked.
She nodded as he leaned in. His lips grazed hers in a chaste kiss, but, unable to resist any longer, she pulled him close, parting her lips. He deepened the kiss, and she forgot everything else around them – streamers and confetti in her hair, Auld Lang Syne badly sung, champagne popping – she just got lost in his embrace.
After a while, Kurt pulled back, his hands lingering on Rachel's waist.
"Is this a bad idea?" he asked with a concerned look.
"I don't care," Rachel said breathily.
"Then let's go home," he said, taking a glass of champagne from a tray and downing it.
Rachel followed him through the crowd. Kurt grabbed their coats and pulled her outside in the cold winter's night.
He hailed a cab and held the door open as she got in. After he told their address to the driver, he turned to face Rachel, looking both relieved and lustful. His hand went to cup the nape of her neck as they both leaned in. Their lips met, warm and desiring, as Rachel's hands made their way under Kurt's shirt. His skin was soft and hot under her touch and it made her want so much more.
He bit her lower lip, making her gasp and dig her fingernails in his skin. It was all too much and not nearly enough. She couldn't wait until they got home. When the cab finally came to a halt in front of their building, she threw a twenty to the driver, not even caring about how much it cost.
They tumbled out of the cab and into their building, barely making it upstairs as they couldn't seem to get their hands off each other. Digging through her purse to find her keys felt like an eternity, especially with Kurt distracting her with those mind blowing kisses on her neck.
She finally managed to open the door and dragged him inside, pulling him by the tie. He closed the door behind them and pressed her against it, trying to kiss her and undress them both at the same time. Their coats and her purse were thrown on the couch, quickly joined by his shirt and tie.
He unzipped her dress gently and stopped to look at her as it pooled at her feet. She was standing in front of Kurt, wearing nothing more than her underwear, and the thought of it turned her on to no end. His voice was deep as he groaned her name, his eyes dark with lust. He pulled her closer, his hands warm on her skin as he hooked her legs around his waist.
Kurt took Rachel to his bedroom and he threw her on the bed, climbing on top of her to ravish her lips. She was surprised by his roughness, yet she really liked it; it was so unexpected of him. She let her hands wander on his back, wanting to discover him, but it wasn't enough; she needed to see more of him. She rolled over to straddle him and she undid his belt and his pants. He lifted his hips up to let her take off his pants and his briefs.
Rachel gasped at the sight. Kurt was completely naked under her, and she could see how hard he was, just for her. Heat pooled at the pit of her stomach and she needed him so much, yet she couldn't stop staring at him.
Kurt was looking concerned. "You're not having second thoughts, are you?"
"What – No, of course not. It's just that you are so beautiful and I want you so much..."
Kurt sat up to take her in his arms.
"I want you too, god, I don't think I've ever wanted someone this much."
He turned them over to be on top of her and leaned down to kiss her, all teeth and tongue. His leg slipped between hers and he pressed his thigh against her core.
"Rachel, you're so wet," he said, his voice almost a moan.
"I need you so much," she begged, feeling his hardness against her hip.
Kurt kissed her, letting his lips trail down her neck, kissing and biting all the way to her breasts. He pushed her bra straps down and she shivered and arched her back to help him unhook it. Kurt threw her bra on the floor, stopping for a moment to take it all in. Rachel squirmed; she desperately needed him and couldn't wait a second more.
"Kurt..." she pleaded.
"You're perfect," he whispered, still unable to look away from her trembling body.
She bucked her hips up, and the friction on Kurt's cock got him out of his trance. He leaned down, taking one of Rachel's nipples in his mouth as he grinded down on her thigh. Rachel threw her head back, moaning in pleasure as he bit softly on her nipple, teasing her with the tip of his tongue.
Kurt's erection was harder than ever against her thigh, and she felt like she was about to explode. Pushing Kurt back on the bed, she sat up and took off her soaking wet panties. She let out a satisfied chuckle when she heard Kurt taking a sharp breath.
She rummaged in Kurt's nightstand, where she was guessing he kept his condoms. Sure enough, they were there and she took one out of the box and tore the package open. Straddling Kurt, who could do nothing but stare at her in amazement and excitation, she rolled the condom down on his hardness. Her mind was racing; she couldn't believe what was about to happen, but she knew there was nothing she wanted more than this.
She leaned down to kiss Kurt and shivered as his fingers trailed down her back to come rest on her hips. She lifted herself up on her knees and aligned Kurt's cock to her entrance. Taking a deep breath, she sank down on it. She muffled a cry when she felt how deep Kurt was buried inside of her, but it didn't hurt, not really. His fingers stuttered on her hips, and she watched as his mouth fell wide open without a sound, his eyes squeezing shut.
Leaning down, she kissed him passionately before her ache for him became too much. She needed to really feel him inside her. She started moving, up and down, taking him as deep as she could. Kurt's hips bucked up and they soon fell into a rhythm, each of their thrusts eliciting a moan from Kurt.
The air felt thick and warm, almost electric. Alcohol was running through their veins, and Kurt's touch on her bare skin was overwhelming, sending sparks through her entire body. Kurt dug his nails deeper in her flesh, leaning up to catch her lips for a sloppy, horny kiss.
"Rachel – I'm – I'm gonna – "
He didn't need to say it: he suddenly pressed Rachel hard against him and she could feel his entire body shake under her as he moaned her name.
Rachel had made Kurt come and the mere thought of it – plus the way he panted in her ear – was enough to bring her over the edge. She clenched around him as she screamed in delight. Her limbs gave way under her and she fell on Kurt, as she came down from the most amazing orgasm she had ever had.
She vaguely noticed Kurt getting up to throw away the condom and get a towel to clean her up. She barely drifted off to sleep, cuddling against him when he went back to bed.
The next day, she woke up alone in a huge bed. Nothing unusual there, but her head felt like it was about to burst and when she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a maroon bedspread, instead of her light blue one. Sitting up straight, she quickly realized that she was in Kurt's room – naked! – and everything came back to her.
Wrapping herself in Kurt's sheet, she ran to her room and got dressed, dreading the inevitable moment when she'd have to talk to Kurt. She finally gathered enough courage to walk into the kitchen. Kurt as sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and he looked like he had a headache to match hers. When he saw her, he got up silently and poured a glass of water which he handed to her with a couple of caplets.
Rachel nodded a silent thank you, and poured herself a cup of much-needed coffee before sitting down in front of Kurt. They both kept their eyes to their steaming mugs for a while, trying to avoid each other, even though they were at the same table.
Both finally spoke up at the same time.
"Rachel, I – "
"About last – "
"We were drunk," Kurt said pointedly.
"Won't happen again," Rachel added.
"So..." Kurt was still avoiding looking at her.
"No need to tell Finn and Blaine, right?"
"There's nothing to tell," Kurt replied, setting down his cup of coffee and leaving the room.
The next weeks were going to be awkward, Rachel was sure of it.