sincewhendoiwritefanfic

[sincewhendoiwritefanfic]

Get your toes wet

Written for this GKM prompt

Blaine convinces Kurt to get off in front of him.

“Kurt,” Blaine groaned, his hands digging into the leather of the backseat. “God, baby, you’re so good to me. Loveyouloveyouloveyou,” he babbles as his boyfriend’s tongue licks into the slit of his cock and his eyes look up at Blaine through a thick fringe of eyelashes. “Oh, God,” he grunts. Lower body spasming, Blaine comes thickly, Kurt’s gentle sucking guiding him through it.

“Was that good?” Kurt asks in a raspy voice. His mouth is swollen, slick with spit, and his eyes are darker than usual, even in the dim light coming from the streetlamp half a block away.

“So good, baby,” Blaine assures him, keeping the laugh hidden; it’s only been a few weeks since Kurt first sunk to his knees in front of him, and Blaine already wishes he could live with his cock buried in the wet hot suction of his boyfriends mouth. Laying down across the backseat, he tugs Kurt on top of him and brushes a kiss to his mouth. He lets his hand rub down Kurt’s back in a gentle line, coming to rest on his ass, his fingers just barely touching the heat radiating from between Kurt’s thighs. “Is there anything I can do for you?” he asks lightly.

“Just kiss me for a few more minutes,” Kurt tells him, shifting his body away so his hips are resting against the seat and no longer against Blaine’s own, and so that Blaine’s hand is now grabbing at his ass.

Blaine wastes no time sucking Kurt’s bottom lip into his mouth. “I wish I could make you feel as good as you make me feel,” Blaine whispers as their lips part.

A heavy sigh comes from Kurt’s mouth, and then he’s pulling away. Blaine watches as he climbs into the front seat, his body sliding behind the steering wheel with ease. “Blaine,” he says, his knuckles going white around the steering wheel. “We’ve talked about this. I’m just not comfortable with that.”

“I know,” Blaine mutters, feeling chastised. “I’m sorry.”

Kurt twists in his seat. “Hey, hey, none of that,” he says, tugging Blaine forward. “It’s not you that I’m uncomfortable with, you know that. It’s just... it’s taken me a long time to be okay with my body, and I’m not fully there yet.”

“I love you,” Blaine says as he settles into the passengers seat.

Kurt smiles at him warmly. “I love you, too. Now lets get you home before I miss my curfew.”

He drops Blaine off in front of his house. “Finn has that pre-season football retreat this weekend,” he starts as he kills the ignition. “And Carol and my dad are doing that bed and breakfast, so I’ll be all by myself.” Blaine swallows harshly at the teasing pout on Kurt’s lips. “Do you want to sleep over?”

“Of course,” he says, cupping Kurt’s cheek in his hand and kissing him sweetly.

Kurt smiles at him. “Okay, good. Okay.” He presses a quick peck to Blaine’s mouth. “Okay, go in before I start kissing you for real and miss curfew.”

**

The afternoon is hot, and Blaine’s shirt is already sticking to his back, damp with sweat, by the time he makes it to Kurt’s house.

“I made a Caesar salad for lunch,” Kurt tells him in between hello kisses. “I wasn’t sure if you would have eaten before you came here.”

“Lunch sounds great,” Blaine smiles and lets Kurt lead him into the kitchen by his hand.

They eat slowly, trying to plot out which movies they should watch during their marathon. Of course, their friendly debate ends up being all for naught when they finally make it into Kurt’s bedroom.

They make it about an hour into Inception before Blaine feels Kurt’s fingers dancing against his thigh. Leaning in, Blaine cups Kurt’s cheek in his hand. “Stop teasing and kiss me,” he whispers.

Kurt doesn’t disappoint; crawling into Blaine’s lap, Kurt bites down gently on Blaine’s bottom lip. Kurt’s tongue slips into Blaine’s mouth in the next moment and his hands come to rest around Blaine’s shoulders.

Blaine loves kissing Kurt; he loves how soft Kurt’s lips are, the skillful way his tongue slides against his own, loves that Kurt’s fingers trail up and down his back and neck before burying themselves in Blaine’s hair. Sometimes their kisses are slow and steady, like when they first started dating, and others their kisses are deeper, full of wanting.

And sometimes, like right now, Kurt kisses Blaine like he wants nothing more than to get Blaine hard.

“God, Kurt,” Blaine groans when Kurt starts kissing his neck, fighting to keep himself from bucking up against him. “Fuck.”

Kurt pulls back, a grin on his face. “What?” he teases, his fingers dancing over Blaine’s growing erection. “You didn’t think I’d really let an empty house go to waste, did you?” Kurt asks, unbuttoning Blaine’s pants and licking over the head of his cock through the fabric of his underwear. “Because as much as I love blowing you, it’s more fun when we’re not crammed into my backseat and racing to meet curfew.”

Blaine groans when Kurt sucks at his cock through his underwear. “No, no, I- fuck. I was just thinking maybe we could go for a swim. Cool down a bit.”

Kurt hums in thought. “I think you just want to see me nearly naked and wet,” he says, sitting back on his haunches. “Okay. Do you want to borrow a bathing suit?”

“I’ll just go in these,” Blaine says, gesturing to his damp boxer briefs. “Are you going to change?” Kurt shoots Blaine a look as he climbs off the bed. “You know chlorine damages fabric,” he chides, disappearing into his closet.

“I know, I know,” Blaine agrees, kicking off his pants.

“No respect for clothes,” Kurt sighs, returning into the room and spotting Blaine’s crinkled clothes on his pants. He’s wearing the tiniest bottoms that Blaine has ever seen, slung low on his hips and sitting on the curve of his ass cheeks. “Do you like these?” he teases, arching his back.

“I do,” Blaine says dumbly, watching as Kurt takes a few steps towards him. The fabric wedges between Kurt’s pussy lips the slightest bit, and Blaine has to sit on his hands to stop himself from reaching out and stroking along the slit. “Ready?”

“I’ll race you,” Kurt offers, darting out of the room and towards the stairs.

“Hey!” Blaine calls out with a laugh. “You’re such a cheater!” he jogs after Kurt slowly, enjoying the way his bottoms ride up as he runs.

“You’re just a sore loser,” Kurt teases when Blaine catches up to him by the pool.

Blaine just laughs, jumping into the pool. The water is cold, and Blaine feels his erection fade a bit. When he resurfaces, he finds Kurt sitting by the edge of the pool, his feet resting in the water. “Come in,” Blaine whines, swimming over to his boyfriend. “Please.”

Kurt kicks some water at Blaine. “Is it really cold?” he asks.

“It feels nice,” Blaine offers, settling in between Kurt’s legs. The fabric is wedged even further into his folds, and Blaine knows that if Kurt shifted just a little bit, he’d be gifted with a glimpse of his boyfriend’s pussy. “Here, wrap your legs around me, I’ll carry you in.”

Kurt spread his legs, but sadly not far enough apart for Blaine to see.

“This is nice,” Kurt agrees, wrapping his legs around Blaine’s waist. “Good idea.”

“I thought so.”

Kurt pushes himself out of Blaine’s embrace, dunking his head under the water. “I bet I could beat you in a race from one end of the pool to the other.”

“Probably,” Blaine agrees easily. “But that’s probably due to the fact that you always cheat and not any skill you might have.”

Kurt laughs. “You are such a sore loser,” he teases.

Blaine splashes Kurt. “I am willing to admit defeat when it happens honestly.”

“Fine,” Kurt says, splashing Blaine back. “From this end to the other, and back again. I promise to play fair.”

“On the count of three?” Kurt nods, starting the countdown.

Blaine throws himself into the race, kicking off the wall, and trying to outswim Kurt. He beats him to the other wall by mere seconds. “Slowpoke,” he teases, kicking off the wall to swim back to the other end.

His effort pays off. “What’s my prize?” he asks a pouting Kurt.

Kurt cocks his head off to the side. “I don’t know, maybe I’ll make you muffins?” he teases.

“I think you can do better,” Blaine tells him, reaching out for his hips.

“Cookies?” Kurt offers, letting Blaine pull him closer.

“Kiss me,” Blaine requests, knowing Kurt won’t deny him.

Kurt’s lips are cold from the water, and his hair is wet when Blaine’s fingers reach up to bury themselves in Kurt’s locks, but Kurt responds with his usual enthusiasm; his mouth drops open immediately, letting Blaine lick into his mouth. He steps forward, his leg nudging in between Blaine’s and his knee rubbing over Blaine crotch. He steps forward again, pining Blaine against the wall.

Blaine jolts as he feels the pool jet streaming against his back. Groaning into Kurt’s mouth, he flips them around, pining Kurt against the wall.

“Blaine,” Kurt whines when Blaine nudges his thigh against his crotch. “Blaine-“

“Doesn’t it feel good?” Blaine asks, bending down to suck one of Kurt’s nipples into his mouth.

Kurt convulses against him, back arching and grinding against his thigh. “I, Blaine, please, I-“ Blaine can feel Kurt’s legs trying to close around his, and can hear the nerves in his voice, so he pulls his leg away. “I just want to make you feel good. I’m sorry.”

Kurt kisses Blaine gently on the mouth. “I know. It’s okay. I’m just-“

“Not ready for me to, I know.” Blaine kisses him back. “What if you got off using the pool jet?” he asks.

“What?” Kurt asks, eyes growing wide. “Blaine.”

Blaine presses a kiss to Kurt’s jaw. “What? You told me about that time with the detachable shower head, it’s the same idea.”

Kurt blushes at the mention of the story. “You-what if I look silly?”

“I assure you that you getting off could not possibly look silly,” Blaine promises.

Kurt bites down on his bottom lip. “Okay.”

Blaine feels his cock stir. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” Kurt says with a nervous laugh. “But stay behind me, okay? I don’t want- I’m pretty sure that I’ll make some silly faces.”

“Okay,” Blaine agrees easily. Kurt pushes him away, moving towards the jet. “Is this okay?” Blaine asks, crowding up behind him to wrap an arm around his waist.

“Yeah,” Kurt answers breathlessly, shifting around and leaning his arms over the pool edge to get the angle right.

Blaine can tell by Kurt’s rigid posture that he’s still nervous, so he presses a kiss to his neck. He lets his lips trail across Kurt’s shoulders, licking and sucking and digging gently into the flesh there. He lets his free hand come up to Kurt’s chest, his fingers plucking at his nipples.

“Oh,” Kurt breathes out, body relaxing. “Blaine, oh!”

Blaine can feel Kurt’s hips start moving, rubbing against him. “Good?” Kurt moans. “I, yeah.” His head tips back onto Blaine’s shoulder. “Oh!”

Blaine looks at Kurt’s profile, at his flushed cheeks and closed eyes and open mouth. “Think you can get off like this?” he teases, pinching one of Kurt’s nipples roughly.

“Fuck!” Kurt whimpers, grinding back against Blaine. “I don’t know,” he says helplessly. “When I was in the shower, there wasn’t anything between me and the water.”

Blaine groans at the mention of Kurt’s bare pussy. “I’d offer to hold your bottoms aside, but-“

“Will you?” Kurt breathes out, hips twitching. “I mean, you can? Just- don’t touch.”

Blaine rocks his hips into Kurt’s ass. “Really?”

Kurt nods, moaning loudly. “Here,” he says, grabbing Blaine’s hand and leading it towards Kurt’s crotch. Blaine can’t help it and lets his fingers dance along the leg hole. “Just, um, pull it aside.”

Blaine does as he’s told, hooking his fingers around the fabric and pulling it to the side. He can feel the heat radiating from Kurt’s pussy and he has to bite down on Kurt’s shoulder to stop himself from doing something stupid. “Better?”

Kurt just groans in response, hips fucking upwards as his head tips back. “Blaine, Blaine, I-“

His words are cut of by a loud squeal. “Fuck,” Kurt whimpers a moment later, slumping into Blaine’s embrace.

“Just to be certain,” Blaine starts, squeezing Kurt slightly. “That was you having an orgasm, right?”

“Right,” Kurt says with a satisfied sigh.

“Fuck,” Blaine groans into Kurt’s ear, thrusting against him. “That was even hotter than I thought it would be.”

“I could do it again if you’d like,” Kurt teases, yelping when Blaine pinches at his nipple again.

“You’d better.”

The second orgasm comes faster than the first, and the third comes even faster than that.

“I can’t,” Kurt whines. “Not again.”

“One more,” Blaine begs. Moans are still spilling out of Kurt’s mouth, and his hips are still moving eagerly, so Blaine doesn’t think he’s really pushing.

“Blaine, I-“

Blaine hikes Kurt up a little higher, and judging from the outpouring of squeals from Kurt’s mouth, the stream of water must hit him just right. Kurt comes again, thrashing in Blaine’s hold as his cries grow louder.

When his orgasm is done, he goes limp in Blaine’s arms; Blaine’s certain that if it weren’t for his hold, Kurt might slip under the water and drown.

“Kurt?” Blaine calls quietly when he feels Kurt’s body stop trembling against his.

“Get out of the pool,” Kurt growls.

“What?” Blaine asks, worried he pushed his boyfriend too far.

“I’m going to suck your dick like it’s never been sucked before, but I can’t do that unless you sit on the edge of the pool,” Kurt says, turning around and pulling Blaine in for a filthy kiss.

Not needing any more encouragement, Blaine pulls himself out of the pool, sitting down along the edge.

Kurt wastes no time, pulling his cock out and sinking his mouth down. “I’m not going to last long,” Blaine warns; he’s pretty sure that he could have come untouched if he’d convinced Kurt to have a fifth orgasm.

Kurt ignores him, humming around Blaine’s cock and gently cupping his balls. Blaine can feel his tongue stroking along the vein on the underside of his dick, and when he looks down, he sees Kurt’s nose barely brushing against his thatch of pubic hair.

“Fuck!” He comes quickly to the sight of his boyfriend deepthroating him for the first time.

When Blaine stops cumming and Kurt is finished swallowing, Kurt pulls off of him. Blaine notices that Kurt has a bit of stay cum on the corner of his mouth. With his thumb, he wipes it off. He intends to wipe it on his underwear, but Kurt quickly sucks it into his mouth.

“Will you help me out?” Kurt asks, voice raspy.

Blaine nods, reaching down into the water and pulling Kurt out. When he’s finally out of the water, upper body resting against the warmed concrete and the bottom half splayed out across Blaine’s lap, Blaine notices that if he nudged the fabric a bit he’d be able to see.

“What?” Kurt asks when he hears Blaine groan.

“I- I can almost see your pussy,” Blaine tells him.

There’s a moment before Kurt reacts, and then he’s reaching back with one arm and pulling the fabric aside. Arching his back, he asks, “What about now?”

Blaine bends his head down, wanting to see as much as possible. Kurt’s pussy is tight, and Blaine can see that it’s still soaked in its own fluid. His clit is small and flushed red from the earlier attention. He’s not surprised to see that Kurt, in his commitment to high grooming standards, is nearly hairless.

He’s not ashamed to admit that his cock twitches against his thigh, despite having come literally a minute before hand, and that his mouth starts to water. However, Blaine’s snapped out of his dirty thoughts when the fabric snaps back into place, covering Kurt’s pussy once more.

Kurt looks amused when Blaine looks at him. “You were getting distracted. I want to go inside and dry off, I’m all water logged.”

“Of course,” Blaine agrees, getting up and helping Kurt to his feet. “Thank you,” he adds, pulling Kurt in for a quick kiss.

“Thank you,” Kurt teases back.

Kurt’s fingers stay tangled with Blaine’s the entire walk back to his room. Kurt disappears into his closet for a few moments, coming out wearing a pair of athletic shorts.

“Here,” he says, tossing Blaine a pair before climbing into his bed.

Blaine strips off his wet underwear and slides into the shorts before joining Kurt in bed.  

Kurt immediately snuggles into Blaine’s side, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

Blaine laughs. “Sleepy?”

Kurt nods. “After we nap, I’ll throw dinner together.”

“Okay.”

They lapse into silence for a few moments.

“Blaine?” Kurt asks quietly.

“Yeah?” “Your parents have that wedding out of town next month,” he says.

“Yes.”

Kurt looks up at him, a shy smile on his face. “Maybe while you have the house to yourself, you could touch me.” Blaine blinks at him. “You mean, like-“

“Yes, like that,” Kurt says with a laugh. “I want you to touch me. I think- I’d like if you went down on me. If you’d want to?”

Blaine presses a sloppy kiss to Kurt’s mouth. “I’d love to.”

[sincewhendoiwritefanfic]

A Royal Affair

Written for this GKM prompt.

Kurt wakes suddenly, blinking into his dark room. He can feel his heart thumping against his ribcage, and he pushes himself up off his mattress as he wonders what woke him up. With everything happening lately, from his father’s sudden and quickly declining heath to his burial the night before, Kurt had been relieved when the palace’s doctor had given him a special sleeping tea to help him rest. His chambermaid had steeped it for him not long after dusk and warned him that he probably wouldn’t wake until midday.

Sensing that something is wrong, Kurt climbs out of his bed, not bothering to slip into his bathrobe or his slippers. He mentally catalogues everything that could possibly have stirred him from his slumber; he doesn’t have to go to the bathroom, his stomach is still comfortably full from dinner, the cat that wanders around the palace halls isn’t in his sleeping quarters. He’s shuffling towards his closet to check if something has slipped off the hanger when he catches sight of the dim blue light peeking in through the gaps in his curtains. Pulse quickening, Kurt drags a chair over to the wall, positioning it under the narrow window up near his ceiling. He has to pull himself up a bit, hanging on to the sill by his fingertips, but he manages to look outside to find the lanterns that light the guards’ towers all glowing blue.

The significance isn’t lost on Kurt, and he hurries down from the chair. Blue fire is a warning; it means something’s wrong, that someone’s here who isn’t supposed to be. If you see a blue fire, Kurt, he remembers his father warning him when he was a child, you go to the secret chambers; they’ll lead you to safety. Ignoring his racing heartbeat and turning stomach, he wrenches open the door to his sleeping chamber and rushes across his sitting room and steps forward into the hallway.

“Going somewhere, your highness?” comes the low taunt from behind him, and from the shadows steps a man. A general, if Kurt had to guess from his uniform. “And with no shoes and no coat?”

Drawing himself up as tall as he can, Kurt huffs out, “I was going to fetch my chamber maid. I wanted to take a warm bath.”

The man laughs. “At this hour of the night?”

“Yes,” Kurt bites out. “I’m in my sleeping gown, and as you so cleverly observed, my feet are bare. Where else could I be running off to?”

The man looks down, eyes raking over Kurt’s sleeping gown, his knees and legs bare underneath it. Kurt tries not to fidget at his stare, silently wishing he hadn’t been so quick to insist against wearing the longer gowns worn younger royalty that haven’t yet been betrothed. The man draws out his sword, long and dangerous, glinting even in the dim light. “Back inside you go, prince,” he instructs, moving slowly towards Kurt.

Resigned, Kurt retreats into his chamber. The dull thumpthumpthump inside of his chest reminds him that he’s alive, urges him to anything so he can stay that way.

“Where is your bathing chamber?” the general asks, sword still drawn. “If you still wanted that bath, that is?”

Kurt doesn’t know whether to laugh or recoil at the man’s teasing. “Through here,” Kurt says quietly, opening one of the doors leading him through his sleeping chamber and through another door, into his bathing chamber. “I like the water very warm,” Kurt instructs, his voice gaining strength.

The general lights the fireplace, and the glowing blaze allows Kurt to see his face more clearly. He gives Kurt a wolfish grin, and Kurt tries not to react to his bright hazel eyes, honeyed skin, or dark curls spilling about his face. “I will keep that in mind.”

Kurt watches as the intruder fill the tub, his eyes occasionally following the wispy tendrils of steam that float towards the ceiling. His heart is still pounding, and his mind races as he trying to plan.

“Here you go, highness,” the man tells him, stepping aside from the tub.

The idea strikes him as he slowly steps out of his sleeping gown and he catches sight of his book peeking out from beneath a towel. The water is warm as he lowers himself into it, and despite his fear, he can finally take a deep breath. “What, no bubbles?” he asks his intruder with a scowl, hoping to mask the blush that’s certainly blooming across his chest at the intense staring directed at him.

“Feeling exposed without them, prince?” the man strikes back, and Kurt can feel himself flush more with the response.

Trying hard to ignore the other man’s presence, Kurt tries to remember his plan; it had been a while since he’d had time to read his book, only daring to read it when he was certain none of his maids would interrupt him. The maiden touches herself, catches the knights attention, and seduces him, he thinks to himself. Easy enough, or it would be if the voice in the back of his head would stop reminding him that this is a life or death situation.

He rests his head against the edge of the tub and lets his eyes drift shut. He lifts a hand and drags it across his chest, his fingertips teasing at a nipple. Within a few moments, both his nipples are pebbled, hard and pink, and he can feel himself get wet between his legs; he’s done this enough times that his body knows what to anticipate.

Keeping his eyes closed, Kurt reaches down between his thighs, letting his hand rub gently at his thigh. A soft moan escapes his lips, and he finally lets himself rub at his clit.

“That’s not very princely,” the man says, and Kurt smirks when he notices the tremor in his words.

“No, I suppose not,” Kurt agrees, spreading his thighs further. “But then again, I suppose I’m not longer a prince,” he adds, slowly sliding a finger inside himself. Feeling bold, he opens his eyes and stares at the general.

They don’t exchange words as Kurt gradually thrusts inside himself harder; the man just watches, his hands clenching the fabric covering his thighs and the crotch of his pants grows tighter.

Kurt orgasms with a loud wail, his legs splashing water out of the tub and onto the other man, feeling unexpectedly bold at the audience. Panting harshly, he picks up the soap and finishes washing himself. “Any chance you’d be willing to wash my hair?” Kurt asks, gazing up at the man through his eyelashes.

“Get out,” the man commands. “I think you’re quite done in there.”

Not wanting to press his luck, Kurt rises out of the tub and quickly towels himself off. He declines to take the gown held out to him. “It’s dirty, I want to put on a clean on.”

Too aware of the man’s eyes on his naked backside, Kurt sways his hips side to side. He disappears into his closet, taking a moment to steel his nerves. When he returns, clutching a clean sleeping gown in his hands, the man is standing at his door; the door is propped open slightly, and Kurt can hear someone on the other side whispering quickly. They must sense Kurt’s presence, because the general swiftly shuts the door. He doesn’t turn to face Kurt, though, and Kurt takes the opportunity to come closer.

“Will you tell me your name?” Kurt asks, reaching out to lay a hand on the man’s back.

“Put your clothes on,” comes the tense response.

“I don’t want to,” Kurt tells him. “You can take me to bed if you’d like.” The offer comes out in a rush of nervous words.

“I’d think you’d be satisfied after your bath.”

“I’m never satisfied,” Kurt teases, stepping in closer and letting the cloth in his hand drop to the floor. Sliding his hands over the man’s chest, he adds, “I’ve always been too afraid to let myself go. It’d been assumed I’d birth my own heirs- I needed to prove to my husband that my children were his. And now…” he lets himself trail off as his hands come to rest over the man’s erection.

“Blaine,” the man says in a grunt.

“Blaine,” Kurt repeats, his words just a whisper into the man’s ear.

Blaine turns around, his eyes sweeping over Kurt’s naked form. His eyes land on Kurt’s and Kurt draws himself up tall under the scrutiny. When the hand reaches out and cups his cheek, Kurt finds himself surprised at how soft Blaine’s hand is.

He’s not nearly as surprised that Blaine’s lips are even softer as they press against his own, the gentle pressure forcing Kurt to let his lips part. When he feels Blaine’s tongue slip into his mouth, and his hand slip in between his legs, Kurt gasps.

“Blaine,” Kurt moans as the man picks him up and carries him to his bed. “Please,” he begs as he’s dropped unceremoniously onto the soft mattress.

Hands push his thighs apart, and then Blaine’s burying his face in the damp space between them. Kurt gasps as Blaine licks over his pussy, the warm tongue so unlike his own fingers.

“Oh god,” he whimpers, letting his hands settle down on the man’s head, pushing him closer to his aching core. His whimpers increase in volume as Blaine groans against him before sucking Kurt’s throbbing clit into his mouth.

Kurt might have been trying to save himself, but he can no longer deny that he wants this; he’s already so close, hips grinding against Blaine’s face, surely smearing his wetness all over him, and fingers dug tightly into his curls. “I- I- oh!”

Blaine slides two fingers inside of him, and it’s more than Kurt’s ever taken inside himself before, so it takes him over the edge easily. He squeezes his eyes closed as his legs try to do the same around the head in-between them.

When he finally recovers, he opens his eyes and props himself up on his elbows. Blaine is still between his legs, staring with hungry eyes at his pussy. Kurt reaches down and spreads his lips open, displaying his tight hole for Blaine’s eyes.

“You can take me,” he says, and he can feel the fluid leaking out of him at the prospect of it. Blaine’s thumb rubs over the slight gape, and Kurt shivers.

Blaine’s stare is firmly fixed on Kurt as he quickly removes his clothes; his pressed uniform tossed into an unbecoming rumpled pile of the floor. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, thick and long, weighed down by it’s own sheer size.

The head of it bumps against Kurt’s clit as Blaine resettles next to him, smearing it’s own wetness against Kurt’s messy skin. “And you’ve never-“ Blaine starts to ask.

“No. But that doesn’t matter here,” Kurt cuts him off; he doesn’t want to remember that he’s doing this to hopefully stay alive, he wants to stay the moment of a handsome, well endowed man lying naked on top of him. Wants to focus as Blaine leads the tip of his cock into Kurt’s tight entrance.

“Oh!” Kurt yelps as Blaine pushes all of the way inside him. There are a few moments of unpleasantness, the dull pain inside of him overwhelming his senses.

But then the angle of Blaine’s hips changes as he thrusts in, pressing against something inside of him, making Kurt’s hips writhe against the mattress, makes fireworks spark behind his eyelids, makes him moan and clutch at Blaine’s shoulders. When, several thrusts later, Blaine hasn’t pressed against that spot again, Kurt braces a foot against the bed. With Blaine’s surprise in his favor, he’s able to flip them over. From his position on the top, he can get Blaine even deeper inside himself.

Experimentally, he grinds down against Blaine, huffing out a breathy laugh when Blaine public hair tickles at his clit. When he rises up off the mattress and gently drops back down, Blaine groans loudly and grabs at his hips, giving Kurt to move faster.

Kurt follows his instincts, swiveling his hips down before bouncing up and down, repeating the process, slowing down and speeding up to keep himself on edge and to make it last.

“Kurt,” Blaine moans, reaching a hand up, his thumb sliding in between Kurt’s lips.

Kurt lets his tongue lick against the pad of Blaine thumb before sucking it into his mouth, letting his teeth dig gently into the flesh. Blaine grunts, his hips thrusting off the mattress, his rough movements triggering Kurt’s orgasm.

As Kurt writhes on top of Blaine, the walls of his pussy clenching down against Blaine’s girth inside him, Blaine finishes as well, spilling inside of Kurt.

Breathless, Kurt lets Blaine flip them over. With his back against the mattress, Kurt allows Blaine to spread his thighs apart as he separates their bodies. Kurt can feel Blaine’s seed slowly trickle out of him, and based on the ways Blaine darken, Kurt guesses it doesn’t escape his notice.

Blaine meets Kurt’s gaze, and the corner of his mouth twitches upward briefly before he leans in and kisses, one hand holding Kurt’s chin steady as his tongue licks behind Kurt’s teeth. When he pulls away, he settles down on the bed, rolling Kurt over onto his side and curling up behind him. As his breath starts to even out, his hand stays cupped possessively over Kurt’s pussy.

They lay in silence, and eventually Kurt is certain the other man must be asleep. Part of him thinks he should use the opportunity to escape, but instead he allows himself to join Blaine in slumber.

**

When Kurt blinks awake, his room is flooded with light from the small windows, and he’s alone in his bed. Sitting up, he considers his options; he could run, he thinks to himself. However, that idea is quickly shut down when a wiggle of his hips reveals how sore he is. He shouldn’t be surprised; he’d allowed himself to be feasted upon and then ridden Blaine like some sort of prized steed.

“Ah, good, you’re still here,” Blaine exclaims, coming through Kurt’s chamber door. Kurt’s pleased when he notices Blaine is only more handsome in the light of day; he’s even more pleased when he notices the crown balanced on top of Blaine’s head. “In an hour or so, we’ll be making the announcement.”

“Announcement?” Kurt wonders, letting the fabric covering his chest drop to his lap.

“As you might have figured by the crown, my title is Prince Blaine, of Dalton,” Blaine starts. No wonder Kurt hadn’t recognized the name or the face; his family had never interacted with that kingdom to the west. “I’ve convinced my father that our new people, the one from your former kingdom, might welcome our authority more easily if we provided them with a token of their past.”

Kurt doesn’t quite understand. “Meaning?”

“Well, you’re really quite beautiful,” Blaine compliments, taking another step towards the mattress, smiling when Kurt edges towards him. “And, if your performance last night is any indication, you’d make a perfect consort.”

Kurt grins. “And?”

“I’d never guess you’d be one for such formality,” Blaine teases. “I’m offering my hand in marriage. Do you accept?”

Kurt pulls the sheet off of his lap, exposing himself to Blaine. “I accept,” he agrees, pulling Blaine in by the collar for a kiss.

[sincewhendoiwritefanfic]

Getting to I do (13/13)

The morning of their rehearsal dinner, it rains. Blaine wakes up early to heavy drops plopping against the windows, and the sky is just as grey when Kurt finally rouses next to him a few hours later.

“What time is it?” Kurt asks, curling his body around Blaine’s and pressing kisses to his jawline and neck.”

“Just after 8,” Blaine says, rolling over into Kurt’s embrace.

“Have you been up long?” Kurt mumbles into the crook of Blaine’s neck.

“Yeah.”

“Everything okay?”

Blaine smiles. “I’m just excited. It’s like Christmas morning.”

Kurt grins, pulling Blaine in closer. “You know, we’re not scheduled to do anything or be anywhere until after lunchtime.”

“Is that so?” Blaine teases, allowing himself to rock down against Kurt’s thigh. “Isn’t it supposed to be bad luck to have sex before your wedding?”

“Do you care?” Kurt asks, sliding down the mattress, his lips trailing down Blaine’s chest.

Blaine grins around the soft moan that escapes his lips as Kurt mouths at his cock through his underwear. “Come back up here.”

As always, Kurt does what Blaine desires, but he takes his time. “Something wrong?” he asks with a smirk, lips starting to swell from his kissing and nipping of Blaine’s stomach.

“Do you remember the first time we had sex?” Blaine asks, leading Kurt’s hand under his waistband and between his thighs.

“How could I forget?” Kurt’s steady reply contrasts with the feather-light touches of his fingertips. “But what I remember most is the morning after.”

Blaine strips off his underwear and spreads his legs wider when Kurt reaches over to their nightstand.

“I remember coming back into this room and finding you awake and naked in my bed, grinning like you’d won the lottery,” Kurt adds. “I knew then that the sight of you, sex rumpled, sleep rumpled, and stupid happy, was something I’d never get tired of.”

*

“We are meeting my family for a late lunch,” Kurt reminds Blaine as he hauls himself up onto the counter.

“I know,” Blaine says, pulling the bed sheet closer towards his body. “But we worked up an appetite and I’m starving.”

Kurt rolls his eyes fondly before rifling through the fridge. “We should probably go shower and get dressed after,” he says, plopping a container of grapes down on the counter.

“Okay,” Blaine agrees easily.

They eat in silence, occasionally leaning towards the other for a kiss.

“We’re really doing this,” Blaine says as he slides off the counter.

“Doing what?” Kurt asks, putting the half empty container back in the fridge.

“We’re really going to do this,” he gestures around, “for the rest of our lives. Have great sex, and eat together, go to each other’s boring work stuff, and take showers together.”

Kurt’s eyes light up. “Yeah,” he agrees, pulling Blaine in for a kiss. “We are. There’s no way we were ever going to not.”

*

Right as dessert is being served, Kurt stands up from his chair at the head of the table. He’s smiling, cheeks flushed from wine, and seemingly unbothered by the fact that they were three chairs short and the caterers prepared the wrong kind of salad.

“I just wanted to thank you all for being here tonight, and tomorrow for the big day,” he says, smiling at their guests. “It means a lot to me and Blaine, being surrounded by all the people we care about. Blaine and I chose to use the traditional vows tomorrow, so I’d also like to take a moment or so to address my wonderful fiancé.”

Blaine can feel himself blush and his mouth crack open in a smile at Kurt’s admiring gaze.

“Blaine, you are the love of my life. You make me want to be better, to be the best version of myself, but you’ve never made me feel like I wasn’t already good enough. You’re one of the hardest working people I’ve ever known, and I’m so glad that we get to share in each others triumphs. I’m so very lucky that we found each other, and that while becoming your husband tomorrow will undoubtedly be perfect in every way… Well, you’ve already made me the happiest person in the world by staying by my side the past few years.”

*

Blaine’s never been great at pretending the audience isn’t there; when he performs, the knowledge of everyone watching helps him push himself to be his best.

But today, despite all of the eyes on him, all he can focus on is Kurt: the curve of his cheek when the officiator refers to Blaine as his fiancé, the twitch of his eyebrow when Rachel starts crying loudly somewhere of to their side, and mostly, the way that Kurt’s eyes are shining brightly as they meet Blaine’s in a happy gaze.

When Blaine feels like maybe he’s staring too hard, he lets his eyes wander away from Kurt’s face to the rest of him: his perfectly coiffed hair, the way his shoulders fill out his jacket, the knot of his tie against his throat, and-

That’s not Kurt’s wedding tie; Kurt’s wobbling grin when Blaine looks up in surprise confirms it. Not that it needed confirming, after all Kurt’s tie had been a flattering peach color, chosen to complement Blaine’s bowtie and all of the blooming flowers. And the tie he’s wearing- it’s grey, decorated by thin pale green stripes.

Blaine can hear the officiator’s speech wind down, and when he’s addressed, Blaine is more than ready.

“I do.”

[sincewhendoiwritefanfic]

Getting to I do (12/13)

Blaine loves watching Kurt as he works; the steely determination in his eye, the way his jaw moves when he finds something to be improved upon, his steady hands as he reaches out to tug at something. Sitting on the bed now, watching Kurt pace around their bedroom as he takes a call, is no different; Kurt is still heartbreakingly beautiful to look at.

“And you’re sure there’s absolutely no way around this?” Kurt asks. Pinching between his browns, he nods. “Alright, thank you.”

“Is everything okay?” Blaine asks nervously.

Kurt sighs, sinking down onto the bed. “You know how the lifestyle editor at Vanity Fair is getting married is getting married to some fourth-tiered duke or whatever?”

Blaine nods, curling onto Kurt’s lap in hopes of softening his frown.

“Well, his birthday is the week after our wedding, and she’s hosting a big party for him, but she’s flying a bunch of people in starting that weekend. She wants the catering place to be on call for them the entire time,” Kurt tells Blaine, his hands burrowing under Blaine’s sweater. “So, they’re bailing on our wedding.”

Blaine melts into Kurt at the feeling of his fingers stroking over his skin. “We’ll figure something else out. It’ll be fine, we still have a month to find a replacement.”

Pressing a kiss to the corner of Blaine’s mouth, Kurt sighs. “I know. I do, I just- it’s frustrating. First the flowers, and now this.”

Blaine doesn’t even want Kurt to get started on the flowers again; he’s not sure he ever wants to see an orchid ever again.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to bring up the orchids again,” Kurt promises with a laugh.

Blaine grins. “I really love you,” he says, pressing a quick kiss to Kurt’s mouth. Kurt grins, pulling him in closer for a longer kiss.

“I love you, too.”

**

“And Randi wanted to extend an invitation to you, seeing as you recorded that song,” Cooper rattles in. “And I thought it might be a good chance for me to take you out for a bachelor party.”

Blaine catches Kurt watching him from the table, lips twisted up in a smile. “I don’t want a bachelor party,” he reminds Cooper. “But I’d love to come for the screening.”

“Invite Kurt, too,” Cooper chimes in.

“I will,” Blaine promises. “It’s next week?” he waits for Cooper to hum in agreement. “Okay, I’ll call you back later and let you know. I have to go, we’re trying to find a new caterer.”

“Everything okay with your brother?” Kurt asks as Blaine slides back into his chair.

“We’re invited to a screening of his movie next week.”

“That sounds like the perfect last minute getaway before the wedding.” Kurt picks his phone up from the table. “And I can have Amanda move some things around. We could go for two or three days, come back and have a day to breathe, and then jump right into all of the wedding activities.”

Blaine can feel his legs kicking in excitement under the table. “That would be wonderful. I feel like the past few weeks have been so stressful. I can’t wait until we’re married.”

Kurt grins at him, setting his phone down on the table so he can take Blaine’s hand into his. “All of the stress will have been worth it, I promise.”

“It already is.”

**

Blaine is putting the bag with Cooper’s bagels (one blueberry, one cinnamon crunch, and one cranberry orange, from the deli two blocks over) into his bag when he hears Kurt come home.

“I was worried you wouldn’t have enough time to pack before we had to leave,” he calls out, zipping his bag closed and tossing a light jacket on top of it. “Rachel was hoping we could swing by on our way to the airport, too- apparently Melody’s going to start crawling any day now. Doesn���t that seem early? She’s not even five months old yet, and I think most babies don’t…” he trails off when Kurt steps into the bedroom. “What happened?” Kurt has a furrow between his eyebrows, and one hand is fisted around the strap of his bag; even if Blaine didn’t know Kurt as well as he does, he’d still know something was wrong.

“Um, there was. The jewelers’ called,” Kurt starts. “Apparently there was a robbery and our wedding rings were part of the losses.”

The rings they’d chosen were beautiful: hand crafted, tasteful in their balance between simple and ornate, designed to complement one other. Blaine is sad to know that he won’t have he chance to wear it. “That’s terrible. I hope they have a good insurance policy.”

“I just wish there was one element of the wedding that didn’t need to be straightened out,” Kurt groans, plopping down onto the bed.

Blaine cups Kurt’s face in his hands and pulls him in for a kiss. “I promise you, when the day finally comes, I will be standing across from you. Come what may, I’m going to be your husband. I don’t care if our suits spontaneous combust while being steamed- I’ll do it naked if I have to.”

Kurt huffs out a laugh against Blaine’s lips. “Please save the nudity for our wedding night.”

Blaine reaches over to grab his bag. “You want to stay and figure out the ring situation instead of coming to California, don’t you?”

“Kind of,” Kurt admits, eyes trailed on Blaine’s bare feet in guilt.

Blaine sighs. “I’ll give your regards to my brother, and I’ll bring you back some treats from See’s.”

“You’re not mad?” Kurt asks, looking up at him.

“Disappointed maybe. But I know that after next week, we’ll have the entire honeymoon to be together without distraction. It’s okay.”

“I really love you,” Kurt sighs with relief.

“I know. I love you, too.”

**

Blaine can feel himself blushing as he tries to avoid looking at the big screen.

“Why didn’t you tell me the song was playing during your sex scene?” he hiss quietly at Cooper.

“I thought you’d be weird about it,” Cooper tells him with a shrug.

He has a point.

“I did not realize your brother had such nice abs,” come a whisper from behind him.

“Kurt!” Blaine says, trying to keep his voice quiet despite his surprise.

“I decided that the rings could wait,” Kurt tells him with a smile as he sits in the open seat next to Blaine’s.

Kurt’s fingers lace with Blaine’s, and Blaine feels that even his brother’s ridiculous orgasm face can’t damper his good mood.

[sincewhendoiwritefanfic]

Getting to I do (11/?)

“I love that it’s so warm out, so early in the season,” Rachel says as she shifts baby Melody in her arms. “I think I’m going to replace the furniture up here, though. We’ve had this stuff since we bought the place.”

Blaine looks down at the maple wood benches. “Something with a darker stain would probably look more updated,” he agrees. “I’ll mention to Kurt that you’re looking, I’m sure he’ll send you some ideas by the end of the week.”

Rachel laughs. “Honestly, he should go into interior design. You have no idea how many compliments I’ve gotten on the nursery.”

Blaine smiles. “And how does little Ms Melody like the nursery?” he asks, leaning over to peek at her. He laughs a little when she blinks up at him with her wide brown eyes, a dopey grin on her face. “Is she always this smiley?”

“Absolutely,” Rachel says, voice full of pride. “It was like, right at the six week mark, she started smiling. And she sleeps for like, 6 hours at a time. She cries when she’s hungry or when she needs a diaper change, or if she’s been awake in the crib for too long without someone noticing. But normally, she’s pretty quiet.” Rachel presses a kiss to the baby’s chubby cheek, smiling when Melody clutches at a loose strand of her hair. “It’s actually kinda unnerving. Between my genes and Jesse’s, we were prepared to sound proof the house if necessary.”

“In that case, Kurt and I would be even more willing to babysit if you and Jesse want a night to yourselves,” Blaine reminds Rachel.

Rachel leans in and presses a kiss to his cheek. “You’re too sweet, honestly. But, your wedding is right around the corner, really. I bet by the time you get back from the honeymoon, we’ll be begging for you to babysit.”

He knows she’s right; June 9th is almost exactly two months away and he’s not naive enough to believe that everything will go smoothly until Kurt and he have exchanged their ‘I do’s.

“I really love you,” Blaine tells Rachel. “You’re a really good friend, and already such a great mom.”

Rachel leans in close and presses a kiss to the tip of Blaine’s nose. “I love you, too. And I’m glad that Kurt found you and brought you into all of our lives.”

***

“Fucking vultures,” Rachel hisses as Kurt lets her through the door. Jesse follows her inside, baby carrier and diaper bag in tow.

“Rach, it’s fine,” Jesse says, and Blaine knows from the tone of his voice that he’s been repeating himself.

“It’s not!” Rachel sinks down on the couch, kicking her shoes off. “Can I have a drink? Something strong, please.”

Blaine heads to the kitchen to grab a bottle of seltzer and one of vodka. He makes his way back to them, trying to balance the glasses in his arms.

“Did they get any photos of Mellie?” Kurt asks as he helps Blaine place everything on the table.

“No,” Jesse answers, wincing as Rachel grabs for the vodka and drinks directly from the bottle.  

“I’m pumping and dumping,” Rachel says when she catches Jesse’s look. “I’m just mad that one of our own neighbors would either sell a photo to the tabloids, or allow a paparazzi to take photos from their houses. And while they may not have gotten a picture of our daughter, they got a picture of Blaine and me and then had the gall to insinuate we were having an affair.”

Blaine cringes; the picture of the two of them, their faces close enough that you can’t see if their mouths are touching, has been trending on Twitter since it started making the rounds on some of the seedier gossip blogs. And then the more reputable ones started to talk about it, dismissing it as false. “I’m really sorry, Rachel.”

“Have you ever fucked my wife, Blaine?” Jesse says as he lifts his daughter out of the carrier and bounces her gently.

“No,” Blaine answers quickly, taken aback. Kurt laughs.

“We’re not mad at you,” Rachel says. “Just at them. Everyone’s climbing all over the place trying to get a picture of our baby, and it’s frustrating. “

“Want to pull a Kimye?” Kurt asks, settling down in an armchair with a drink.

Rachel and Jesse stare at him for a moment.

“Pardon?” Jesse finally breaks the silence.

“Would you like a feature in Vogue? Probably not the cover, but I know that we were planning on running a story about this new vegan bakery, but they were just profiled on Buzzfeed, so we were looking for something else.”

Rachel looks at Jesse. “What do you think?”

He shrugs. “Might not be a bad idea.”

Kurt grins. “Well, let’s drink to that.”

From her baby carrier perched on the coffee table, Melody coos in agreement.

***

Berry grins at me as she picks up her fussy daughter. “Sorry,” she says, rocking the baby back and forth before returning to my question. “And I get why people get excited. I used to be a Broadway fangirl, too- I basically had a Barbra Streisand shrine in my bedroom growing up.”

From his spot next to her, St. James laughs. “She did.”

“But, that’s not an excuse for going to extreme lengths to violate someone’s privacy. When you’re passionate about someone who’s in the public eye, it’s easy to look at them as a friend; you get emotionally invested in their well being, you get excited when good things happen, you know their little quirks. And I get that I do,” she stresses. “But even so, you wouldn’t go through your friends diary or their cellphone to find out things they haven’t willingly offered yet. So when the media sneaks onto my neighbors roof to get a picture of my baby; that hurts. When people gossip about whether or not I’m sleeping with one of my friends, and friend that is engaged to my best friend, that hurts.”

Jesse grins at his wife as she hands their child over to him. “As a couple, we’re very close with Kurt and Blaine. We share a lot with them; but not like that.” He punctuates the words with a wiggle of his eyebrow.

With a hiss of his name, Rachel swats him on the shoulder. But when she looks back towards me, the corners of her mouth are twisted upwards, and her eyes are bright and happy.

~Excerpt from “Broadway Baby: Jesse St. James and Rachel Berry Grow Up”, in this months issue of Vogue.

[sincewhendoiwritefanfic]

Getting to I do (10/?)

“Coop, you’ve really outdone yourself,” Blaine congratulates as he watches his brother step off the set.

“Thanks, baby brother. I’m really excited that you were able to come and visit while I was shooting.”

Blaine smiles as he watches his brother take a bottle of water from one of the assistants running around set; the movie isn’t going to be a Hollywood blockbuster, but the director has had movies make it into Sundance, so it’s a bit deal. “I can’t wait to see the finished product.”

“Hey, Cooper, would you mind running to wardrobe to try on a few pieces before you go?” a woman in paint stained overalls asks.

“Be back in a sec,” Cooper excuses himself.

“I’m Randi,” the woman introduces herself to Blaine. “The director.”

“Blaine, Cooper’s brother,” Blaine responds, shaking her hand.

“Acting must run in the family,” Randi teases. “You were wonderful in Firsts.”

“Ah, thank you.”

Randi pulls back for a moment. “How long are you in the area for? You’re based in New York, right?” “I’m only in town for a few days.”

“Would you- one moment,” she turns away and gestures a harried looking assistant over to them, whispering back and forth with her for several moments. “I don’t know how much Cooper’s told you about the script or the plot-“

“He hasn’t mentioned much,” Blaine says, not wanting to get his brother in trouble.

She smiles at him. “There’s a pretty important scene where there’s a radio playing in the background. I would love it if you would re-record the song we were planning on using.”

“Oh, I, wow, thank you for the offer,” Blaine starts. “But I don’t want to intrude on Cooper’s thing.”

“What’s up?” Cooper asks, reappearing suddenly.

“I want Blaine to record a version of ‘It’s been A Long, Long Time’ for us to use in the film,” Randi tells Cooper as he tucks his shirt into his waistband. “Tell him he should do it.”

Cooper grins at Blaine. “You definitely should.”

“And I happen to know for a fact that you’re brother is filming all afternoon tomorrow, so unless you already have plans, that’s plenty of time for you to pop into the studio,” Randi adds.

“Could you even reserve studio space on such short notice?” Blaine wonders.

“If I can, will you do it?” Randi asks.

Blaine looks to Cooper, laughing to himself when he sees him brother bobbing his head up and down excitedly. “Fine, yes, I’d be happy to. Text me the details tomorrow?”

Randi pulls him in for a hug. “Great! Thank you so much!”

Later, at dinner, Blaine brings it up. “Are you sure it’s cool with you that I’m recording a song for your movie?”

Cooper rolls his eyes. “I’ve gotten more secure in my talent than I was when you were 12 and we were performing for our relatives at Christmas dinner, thank you very much.”

Blaine opens his mouth to respond, but Cooper cuts him off with a laugh. “Really, it’s fine. And you’ll do a fantastic job on the song, which will only enhance my performance. So, actually it’s a win-win.”

Blaine nods in agreement. “If I order more samosas, will you eat them with me?”

“Absolutely.”

**

“Did you have a good time with your brother?” Kurt asks as he comes into the bedroom.

“I did,” Blaine confirms, lifting himself off the mattress so he can kiss his fiancé. “And I recorded a song for his movie, too.”

Kurt blinks as he pulls away. “That’s big.”

Blaine shakes his head. “I mean, not really. It’s just one song that’ll play in the background, but still. It’s getting my name out there.”

Kurt nods. “Well, how about you and I go out for dinner to celebrate?”

“I’d like that,” Blaine says, tugging Kurt onto the bed and unbuttoning his shirt. “But there’s something I need to do first.”

**

You’re disgusting. We are no longer friends.

The vibrations of his phone rouses Blaine from a midafternoon nap. He’s not quite sure what he’s done to incur Amanda’s wrath, but he’s not terribly concerned; she’s known to overreact.

Remind me what I’ve done this time, Blaine texts back, sitting up on the couch and stretching.

Single, beautiful flowers being delivered one at a time to form a beautiful bouquet in the Tiffany vase you had waiting on his desk. GROSS. Amanda texts back.

Blaine lets out a laugh as he makes his way into the kitchen so he can start a pot of coffee. He’d woken up early to surprise Kurt with breakfast and had fallen back asleep not too long after he left for work.

Just as he’s pouring his coffee, he hears his cell ring from the table.

“The cake pops were a nice touch,” Kurt greets him. “And I love the flowers, thank you. It made me smile every time I saw Amanda carry a new one into my office, despite all of my phone meetings.”

“I’m glad. Is Amanda still mad at me?”

Kurt laughs. “She told me not to tell you, but she’s just feeling more lonely than usual given the holiday. Besides, she never stays mad for too long when there are sweets involved.”

“You have a point.”

There’s a pause and then Blaine hears Kurt sigh. “I have another call to take.”

“I’ll meet you at the restaurant for dinner?” Blaine asks.

“Of course. I love you. Happy Valentines day.”

Blaine tosses his phone on the couch.

“She’s beautiful,” Kurt says, staring down at the tiny baby in his arms. “She has your eyes, Rach.”

“She has mother’s lungs, too,” Jesse says, pressing a kiss to Rachel’s sweaty hair. “You should have heard her screaming on the way out.”

“We were harmonizing,” Rachel says, with a tired grin. “I hope we did interrupt any special Valentine’s Day plans.”

“Nothing more special than this,” Blaine promises, reaching out for his chance to hold his goddaughter.

[sincewhendoiwritefanfic]

Getting to I Do (9/?)

Blaine adores Kurt’s family, and on the few occasions he’s been to his parent’s house, he’s felt perfectly at home there. But, still, he loves that Kurt surprises him by taking him to Italy for Thanksgiving, booking the suite they stayed in that time Blaine came over with Kurt for his meeting.

“You sure your dad doesn’t mind?” Blaine asks, curling into Kurt’s side.

“I might have gotten him and Carole tickets for a cruise,” Kurt admits as the stewardess brings them their coffees. “But we’ll see them for Christmas.”

“Are we doing the cabins again?” Blaine wonders. “I had a lot of fun last year.”

“That’s the plan.”

“I can’t wait. Five days, curled up with you in front of the fire place,” Blaine hums happily.

“And I planned it so we get there the night before everyone else, so we’re guaranteed at least one night of really great sex,” Kurt whispers into Blaine’s ear.

Blaine smiles. “Let’s first focus on making the most out of the next three nights before we start making promises, huh?” he teases.

**

@RachelBBerry

Oh my god, pregnancy hormones are real. I’m watching @BlaineAnderson get fitted for a tux and blubbering like crazy!

“What do you think of this one?” Blaine asks as he shrugs into a Tom Ford jacket. “Too formal? I want to make sure what I wear fits in with what you had in mind.” He turns to Rachel, and finds her on the small couch near tears. “Rach?”

“You just look so handsome!” Rachel says, tears spilling over. “And all I can think is how handsome of a groom you’re going to be!”

“Rachel,” Blaine says with a gentle laugh. “You can’t keep crying over everything,” he tells her, settling down next to her and taking her hands in his.

“I stopped wearing eye make up,” Rachel confesses, sniffling. “I can’t believe I still have over two months to go,” she says, resting their conjoined hands on her baby bump. “I cried last night for ten minutes because I dropped a hand towel into the trashcan.”

“How about once we finish up here, I take you out for Thai food?” Blaine suggests.

“That would be nice,” Rachel agrees. “And I like the jacket, but can I see it with an emerald green shirt on underneath? I want to stick with a Christmas-y theme for the fundraiser.”

“Of course,” Blaine says, shrugging out of the jacket and reaching for the new button down.

**

“Is everyone having a good time?” Rachel asks the crowd, laughing when she gets hoots and hollers in response. “Am I the only sober one here?” she teases, grinning when the crowd laughs in response. “Before I ask a special guest to come on stage, I would like to once again thank you all for coming tonight, and for donating. And now, would Kurt Hummel please join me on the stage?”

There’s a smattering of applause as Kurt walks to the stage, a confused smile on his face.

Rachel takes Kurt’s hand in her’s. “Kurt here has been one of my favorite duet partners for a long time now, and even though he doesn’t sing as much as he used to, I think you all should get to hear him at least once,” she says, handing Kurt her microphone as the music starts to play. “You start,” she instructs with a playful smile.

“I really can’t stay,” Kurt starts.

“Baby, it’s cold outside,” Blaine responds, stepping out from the wing, and Kurt’s smile is warm enough to melt ice.

**

Broadway star Rachel Berry hosted a fundraiser for the Arts and Expression Society (a nonprofit that provides inner-city children with opportunities to explore a wide variety of arts) this weekend, with a helping hand from Blaine Anderson, rising star and Kurt Hummel’s fiancé. There were several surprise guest performances and an open bar, ensuring that all in attendance had a merry time.

Some might argue that the best moment of the evening was watching  a drunk Jesse St. James sprawl over the piano to seduce his heavily pregnant wife with “Santa Baby”, and other might argue that Berry’s rendition of “Silent Night” took the cake, we here at NYCGossipSpot are casting our vote for Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel’s duet of “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”. Hummel, original led to believe he was going to sing with Berry, outshone the spotlight when he saw his fiancé join him on stage for the surprise performance, once again proving that they are the happiest couple in the Big Apple.

For clips from the fundraiser, check below. And to donate to the Arts and Expression Society, visit their website here.

**

Blaine shakes his head as he watches Cooper do another round of shots with Jesse; he’s not ever sure how he’d managed to wrangle himself an invitation to Rachel and Jesse’s New Years Eve Party. Rachel catches Blaine eye and smiles are she gives him an exaggerated eye roll.

“He’s going to regret that in the morning,” Rachel says when she makes his way over to him.

“Think he’s trying to cram in as much debauchery as he can before the baby gets here?” Blaine asks.

“Definitely.” She doesn’t even hesitate. “He’s worried. We’ve talked about it.”

“Are you nervous?” Blaine asks.

“Yes.”

The answer surprises Blaine; he’s never seen Rachel back down from anything.

“Jesse and I are both very focused on being the best performers we can be. And we are. But I know that people see us as selfish and oblivious to other people’s feelings. Those aren’t great qualities for a mom to have.”

Blaine slides his hand into Rachel’s. “You’re going to be a great mom. And I know this because you would never settle for being anything less than.”

Rachel grins at him. “And besides, Jesse and I will have help if it gets overwhelming. Right?”

“Of course,” Kurt chimes in from behind them. “We’ll be there every step of the way.”

Rachel presses kisses to both of their cheeks. “I should go stop my husband from giving himself alcohol poisoning,” she says.

Kurt wraps an arm around Blaine’s waist. “Cooper said he booked a hotel room?” “I think he’s expecting to find himself a lady companion,” Blaine tells him.

“So, we’re free to have really loud sex tonight?” Kurt wonders.

Blaine pulls him in for a kiss. “Should we go say our goodbyes?”

[sincewhendoiwritefanfic]

Will you write more about Rachel and Jesse? I absolutely love what you have to far

Thank you!

I’m not sure if I’ll ever write the full piece, but I’m definitely open to trying to fill any prompts about them that are sent my way.

[sincewhendoiwritefanfic]

I started writing this a while ago and just came across it in my drafts. I’m not sure where I intended it to go, but the ins and outs of Rachel and Jesse’s relationship going forward is something that deeply fascinates me. Heads up for discussions of Finn and his death. 

Jesse St. James was talented. He could sing, dance, and cry on command. Put him in any room and he’d be able to sniff out anybody who had a connection to the entertainment industry, up to three times removed. People who worked out next to him at the gym were first annoyed by his belting out when he used the treadmill, but would soon be impressed by his voice, loud and clear, continuing as he ran his customary six seven minute miles. At dinner parties, he would thrill guests with his much talked about bananas foster. Everyone in the New York entertainment scene adored him and his fiancé, Rachel Berry.

But Jesse St. James could be cruel. It didn’t happen often, and he didn’t seem to be aware of how cutting his words were, but it was there. A whispered criticism of a child’s performance at fundraising events, a comment shared with a laugh about a colleague’s weight. And Rachel would never forget the slow drip of egg yolk from her face. She knew this about Jesse, perhaps better than anyone, and it was that had made her so hesitant to call him when she returned to New York after helping her old glee club return to victory.

Rachel, and those close to her, was pleasantly surprised by the delicate way Jesse handled Finn’s memory. Mostly, he left things unspoken, like when he’d discovered Finn’s names tattooed neatly across his girlfriend’s ribcage. His hands had faltered, his lips stilling against her skin. She’d waited, her breath caught in her throat and her heart beating fast, for Jesse to say something, for him to ask. The words had never come, only Jesse’s thumb tracing an invisible line underneath, but not quite touching, her tattoo, and then he was kissing her gently on the mouth. And when Rachel had been cast in her first show post- Fanny, she’d made a list of people she’d needed to get tickets for, reeling off the names to Jesse as they’d curled up on his couch. When he’d given her the finally tally, and it’d been one more than Rachel’s count, he just gave her a sad smile. “I know you want him to be there,” he said and Rachel has flushed, embarrassed, but she’d returned his smile with a sad one of her own.

Then there’d been the time when he and Rachel decided to move in together. Her jewelry box had been perched on top of her dresser, and when Jesse had disappeared into the bedroom with a box full of linens and a promise to make the bed, Rachel had stayed in the kitchen, unpacking dishware. A moment had passed, and then she’d heard a muffled thump, followed by a hiss, drift from the bedroom. Rachel shoved two wine glasses into the cabinet before hurrying to the bedroom. From the doorway, she saw Jesse crouched down on the floor, putting her spilled jewelry back in the box. She watched as his fingers stilled, and when she stepped forward, she saw that his gaze was fixed on her Finn necklace. His fingers twitched, and then they were carefully untangling the delicate chain. Rachel took another step into the room, Jesse looked up at her, surprised and a little guilty. He smiled at her.

“I swear I usually have perfect depth perception,” he quipped, placing the necklace neatly in the box before scooping up a pair of earrings.

“Of course,” Rachel said with a smile as she sunk down to the carpet on her knees to help him.

Their fingers brushed together as they both reached for a simple diamond ring. Rachel paused as Jesse’s hand withdrew. She looked up at him, an explanation ready on her tongue. But Jesse had just tucked it into the box, placing it neatly between the velvet rollers.

“Is it okay with you if we order Thai for dinner? I think I’m too tired out to break in the kitchen,” Jesse asked, placing the jewelry box on the dresser, closer to the wall. “I could be persuaded,” Rachel answered, leaning into him for a kiss.

Rachel couldn’t lie and deny that she’d been abrasive in the past, and that maybe she still could be. But both she and Jesse had grown up a lot, had let growing up smooth their jagged edges into something safer to touch. Even so, sometimes they would fight awful fights; smashed plates, doors slammed, one of them leaving to avoid having the police called, fights.

***

“So, the casting producer for Wicked called me back and told me they were going in another direction for Elphaba,” Rachel tells Jesse as she shoves the last bit of toast into her mouth.

“I’m sorry,” Jesse comforts her, pulling her hand in between his. “They’re making a mistake.”

Rachel grins at him. “I know.” She swallows her last sip of tea and stands to put her dishes in the sink. “They offered me the role of Nessa for 6 months of the tour,” she adds as she rinses her plate off.

“That’s great!”

“I don’t know,” Rachel shrugs, placing her plate into the dishwasher and pouring an inch of coffee into her mug. “It kind of feels like a consolation prize.” She gulps the coffee down quickly.

There a quiet moment before Jesse responds, and Rachel and tell that the mood has shifted.

“Am I just a consolation prize?” Jesse asks, voice quiet but firm.

Rachel pauses, her hands still under the spray of water rinsing her cup. “Excuse me?”

“If Finn were still here, would you have ever even given me a second chance? Us getting married next year, is that just a consolation prize?”

Rachel drops the coffee mug into the sink, where it lands with a sharp cracking noise and shattering into pieces. “Don’t you ever ask me that,” she warns.

“I just think-“ Jesse says.

“Shut. Up,” Rachel tells him, turning the sink off and finally turning to face her fiancé. “Don’t ever ask me that. I loved Finn, I love Finn. But he’s not here, okay?”

“But if he were-“

“Shut up!” Rachel yells. “He’s not! Okay? And that’s a terrible fact it took me a long time to get over. Don’t ever ask me that.” She stops, breathing heavily. “I don’t know if I’d choose you over him. I don’t want to think about it. And I definitely don’t want you asking me about it.”

Jesse just stares at her, looking afraid.

“Do you understand?”

Jesse nods, but Rachel doesn’t see, too blinded by her rage. “If you’re doubting whether I love you, maybe we shouldn’t get married.”

“Rachel, don’t,” Jesse starts, but he’s cut off by Rachel hurling her engagement ring at him. “Rachel!”

She storms out of the kitchen; their bedroom door rattling in it’s frame when she slams it shut warns him to give her time to cool down. He busies himself with cleaning the ceramic shards out of the sink, careful not to cut himself. He loads the other dishes into the dishwasher and listens to Rachel whispering furiously into her phone, and Jesse knows she’s called Kurt.

He doesn’t really know whether or not that comforts him; they certainly hadn’t gotten along in the past, but that had changed after he’d run into them when they taught the New Directions.

An hour or so later, Jesse hears the bedroom door creep open from his spot on the couch. He holds his breath as she rounds the corner.

“I’m sorry,” she says, and Jesse can tell from the pinched corners of her mouth that Kurt’s urged her to apologize. “You’ve been very understanding about my relationship with Finn, and that must be very difficult for you.”

“I’m sorry,” Jesse tells her, tugging her down into his lap. “I love you, and I know how much Finn means to you.”

He can hear her voice waiver, and he knows that she’s trying not to cry. “I choose you in this moment, in every moment since I moved back here from Lima and every moment going forward- isn’t that enough?”

Jesse buries his nose in her hair, presses a kiss to her scalp. “Of course it is.”

[sincewhendoiwritefanfic]

Getting to I do (8/?)

“I’m sorry you feel left out,” Blaine says into the phone for the umpteenth time, hoping to still his mother in her ranting.

It doesn’t work. If anything, her voice becomes more shrill. Blaine fights back a groan and wanders into the kitchen, wondering if they have any leftover quiche from the night before.

“Do you know how embarrassing it was for your father when his client asked about your fiancé and he had know idea?” his mother asks, and Blaine rolls his eyes.

It had taken him a while for Blaine to get over the hurt and rejection of his parents not supporting his dream, but he had. He’d even taken the first steps in trying to mend their relationship, inviting them to his graduation three years ago.

“I know things have been bad between us, but I’d like for you to come. And I’d love it if you could meet my boyfriend, too; he’s been so supportive of me over the last few years, and it would mean a lot,” Blaine had told them. They hadn’t shown up, and that had stung, but Blaine had invited him to the first show he’d been cast in (a limited engagement off-Broadway), and again when he’d been cast in his first Broadway show. When he’d called after Kurt proposed, his mother had politely congratulated him, but didn’t seem too excited; though it hurt, he hadn’t been surprised when his parents RSVP’d no.

“Mom, I’ve reached out to you and dad so many times. I wanted you guys to meet Kurt years ago, when I graduated. You weren’t interested,” Blaine tells her.

“You should have stressed who he was,” she responds. “I assumed you were talking about some run of the mill college boyfriend. I didn’t realize-“

“It shouldn’t have mattered,” Blaine cuts her off. “He’s important to me- we love each other. He’s been there for me since I met him, and I wanted you to meet him. It shouldn’t change anything, who he is. It should have been enough that he was important to me.”

His mother is quite for a moment. “I guess it makes sense now, how quickly you were able to find relevant work after graduation.”

“Excuse me?”

“Kurt must be very well connected, and you were cast so quickly-“

Blaine hangs up the phone, not caring about hurting her feelings. His chest is tight with rage, and he suddenly has the urge to shove his phone down the drain and flick on the garbage disposal.

He changes quickly and toes on his running shoes, eager to let his anger bleed into exhaustion. His feet pound rhythmically on the pavement, weaving in and out of people on the sidewalk, never breaking pace. The slight October chill keeps him from overheating, but it’s still seems to be too soon before Blaine finds himself breathing hard and his calves screaming for a break.

He slows his pace, finally stopping in front of a small café. Grabbing onto the wrought iron fence, he tries to catch is breath. A knock on the glass beside him startles him, and when he looks up, he notices Rachel looking at him with a concerned look on her face. Blaine smiles at her and makes his way inside.

“You okay?” Rachel as when Blaine approaches her table. “Fine,” Blaine tells her.

Rachel just nods skeptically as she flags down a waitress. “Could I have another orange juice, please?” she asks politely.

“And for you?” The waitress asks, turning towards Blaine.

“Um, an ice water please? And an order of French fries, thank you,” Blaine decides as he sinks into the chair opposite Rachel.

“You don’t usually run outside,” Rachel observes.

She’s right, of course- he prefers treadmills at the gym, they allow him to zone out, to rest his script in front of him to study, to jump off and make his way over to the punching bag.

“I was having a rough day,” Blaine tells her. “My mom called and- what?” he asks when he sees her eyebrows raise.

“I’ve just never heard you mention your parents before,” Rachel says.

“We don’t talk much. They cut me off when I told them I was studying to go into performing.”

Rachel looks sad for a moment. “I’m sorry. It’s disappointing that they don’t get how talented you are.”

“My mom told me the only reason I’ve had any success is because of Kurt’s connections.”

Rachel’s jaw drops, and Blaine has to bite back his smile.

“That’s terrible.”

“I think it might be true,” Blaine admits.

Rachel looks at him sternly. “Of course it’s not.”

Blaine wishes he hadn’t brought it up. “Jesse gave my number to the casting director to the guy who was in charge of casting for that first Broadway show. I only know Jesse because of Kurt.”

Rachel opens her mouth to respond, but quickly closes it as their waitress swings by their table. As she walks away, Rachel steals a fry from Blaine’s plate. “You’re wrong.”

“No, the guy told me that Jesse gave him my number.”

Rachel laughs at him. “Okay, first of all, Jesse wouldn’t recommend anyone for anything if he didn’t think they’d be the absolute best person for the job. And second, he gave the casting director your number because he asked for it.”

“What?”

“The casting director was at that thing you did at the Westside? The casting director was there opening night, and really liked you, so he asked Jesse for your number. They worked together a few years ago, or something.”

Blaine laughs. “I didn’t get the job through Kurt’s connections.”

“Nope,” Rachel agrees. “You should tell Kurt when you feel like this, he’d work through it with you.”

Blaine nods, knowing she’s right. “Want to split a slice of chocolate cake with me?”

She beams at him. “Of course.”

**

Kurt and Rachel are two of the worst gossips Blaine has ever met, so he shouldn’t be surprised when Kurt mentions a few days later that Rachel told him about their talk.

“You know I believe in you, right?” Kurt asks as Blaine curls up next to him, their sweat just starting to cool. “And you’re good at what you do. Talent and hard work will take you far, regardless of who I am, regardless of who you’re friends are.”

“I know.”

Kurt smiles and pulls him in for a slow kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

[sincewhendoiwritefanfic]

Getting to I do (7/?)

“I don’t think it’s something people necessarily really understand when they read about relationships in the tabloids or whatever,” Kurt tells Ellen. ”But I really love Blaine. Like, really, truly, feel it in my bones, love. He’s my best friend, and that’s all there really is to it.” He offers a shy shrug as the audience coos.

“Well, there’s already been so much talk about the wedding. The who, what, where, when…and probably the biggest question- who are you guys wearing?” Ellen asks, leaning onto her elbow.

“I’m afraid I can’t share yet,” Kurt teases.

“Any chance you’ll be designing your own?” Ellen asks. “Because your collection for Gilt is formalwear, isn’t it?”

“It is,” Kurt confirms. “I know there have been a lot of rumors going around since people caught wind, but it is formalwear.”

“Are you really watching that again?” Kurt asks as he comes into the bedroom.

“I like the part where you talk about me,” Blaine defends with a pout. Maybe he should be embarrassed, but he can see Kurt’s lips tugging up at the corners.

Kurt toes off his shoes before curling up on the bed. “You act like I never say nice things about you.”

“It’s nice knowing you say nice things about me to other people,” Blaine says, leaning in to kiss his fiancé. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” At 9:00 on the dot, Kurt’s Gilt Collection will be available for purchase. In the past few weeks, there’s been a lot of media chatter about it, but Blaine can still tell that Kurt’s worried about how well it will sell. Blaine thinks he’s crazy- Kurt’s line for Target had sold out even faster than Lily Pulitzer’s.

“I’m trying not to think about it,” Kurt admits with a shy smile. “I know the Target one did well, but I’m still worried people will at the clothes I design and think, ‘Well, if you can’t design, lecture on fashion.”

Blaine grins a little. “How about we go out for a nice, long brunch tomorrow to keep your mind off of it?”

“And it wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that maybe you’re trying to keep your mind off of this being the last week of your show?” Kurt asks, pulling Blaine down against his chest.

“I’m okay with it,” Blaine tries to convince Kurt for the millionth time. “I am!” he stresses when he sees Kurt’s doubting look. “I did my best- I was nominated for a Tony, all the reviews praised my performance, my solo songs from the soundtrack way oversold all of the other tracks.”

“You were phenomenal,” Kurt agrees.

“And there’s talk about doing a tour early next year, and the producers have already asked me to consider reprising my role if they do.”

“Really?” Kurt asks. “When?”

“Last week. I’m not sure if I’ll take it if they do, but it’s nice to know they want me to.”

“Are they trying to keep most of the cast?”

Blaine shakes his head. “They’re not planning on asking any of the Laceys to come on tour.” There’d been three; Harmony had left after five months, having been offered a small part in an indie film and upset by being snubbed for a Tony nomination. She’d been followed Lindsay, who’d quit after one week of performances, claiming not being able to handle the demanding schedule. And lastly there’d been Angie, who’d been with the show for about two and half months and was a fine actress, but seemed to lack the star quality Harmony had.

“Well, I’m very proud of you,” Kurt tells him with a kiss.

“Thank you. And Rachel called me to tell me she’s been asked to host and help organize a Christmas fundraiser in December? It’s like part cabaret, part stand up, and an open bar. It sounds interesting enough, anyway, and she wanted to know if I’d be able to perform.”

Kurt hums, his hand working it’s way into Blaine’s pants. “That’s great. Definitely calls for a celebration.”

**

“And most importantly, let’s all raise a glass to Blaine. He’s been with the show since opening night, and it’s undeniable that his talent and commitment has been vital to the show’s success. So, thank you, Blaine.” Blaine blushes at the director’s words. His blush only deepens when the room echoes “to Blaine!”

“How are you holding up?” Kurt asks, his breath hot against Blaine’s ear at the whisper. The music has been turned back on, and it’s hard to hear in the club they’d reserved for the closing party.

“I’m good!” Blaine shouts back happily, still toeing the line between good drunk and sloppy drunk.

Kurt smiles, pulling Blaine in for a kiss. Blaine groans, licking into Kurt’s mouth.

“Someone hit the tequila pretty hard,” Kurt mumbles against Blaine’s lips.

“You’re making me pretty hard,” Blaine responds, pulling Kurt in closer by his belt loops. “Tequila makes me kinda horny.”

Kurt laughs, wedging his thigh in between Blaine’s and letting Blaine rock down against him. “That’s definitely something I’ll complain about,” he says, pressing a kiss to Blaine’s cheek.

“I probably shouldn’t drink anymore,” Blaine muses out loud. “I don’t think I want to deal with a hangover in the morning.”

“Considering that Cooper’s in town and we’re having him over for lunch, probably not,” Kurt agrees, hands drifting down towards Blaine’s ass.

Blaine groans, partly because of his brother and partly because of Kurt’s hand on him. “In that case, I should keep drinking and only stop once he’s safely back in Los Angles.”

Kurt huffs out a laugh against Blaine’s neck. “You love him,” he reminds Blaine.

“Sometimes.”

**

Cooper’s surprisingly quiet during lunch, and Blaine almost wonders if his brother has finally learned how to pick up on other people’s states of mind.

Almost.

“So, uh, mom called me,” Cooper says, fingers dancing along the stem of his glass. “She wanted to know about the wedding.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Blaine sees Kurt’s hand falter as they cut into an omelet.

“Oh?” Blaine says noncommittally, taking a sip of a mimosa just to do something.

“She was just asking about location and dates and stuff,” Cooper says with a shrug. “If you were looking forward to it.”

Blaine doesn’t know how to react, but only a moment passes before Kurt takes his hand. “We sent them an invitation,” Kurt says softly. “They declined.”

Cooper looks surprised. “I guess she was just looking for gossip then,” he comments.

“I don’t get it,” Blaine says angrily. “Why now?”

Kurt squeezes his hand gently. “Playbill just published that interview you did, maybe it just reminded her.”

Blaine feels a little ball of doubt settle into his stomach, but he tries to ignore it.

[sincewhendoiwritefanfic]

Getting to I Do (6/?)

“How are you, Blaine?” Rachel asks, slowly settling down into the empty spot on the couch next to him.

“I’m okay,” Blaine tells her. “How are things with you?”

“Pretty good,” she tells him with a smile.

“Book a new show?” he wonders; her last show had ended its run, and she’d kept uncharacteristically quiet about her plans.

Rachel just grins. “I’m planning on taking a short break from another musical right now, I think.”

The news takes Blaine by surprise; even before he’d met her, he’d known of her reputation of being cast non-stop. He opens his mouth to ask, but raised voices from the kitchen catch his attention.

“Don’t worry about them,” Rachel says when she sees Blaine’s concerned look. “I told Jesse that crème brulee was a bad idea; he and Kurt always argue about the right way to use the little torch.”

Blaine doesn’t doubt her; Kurt and Jesse get along well enough, but sometimes their jabbing seems less than playful. “But maybe we should head back into the kitchen. Just in case,” she adds, and Blaine can’t help but laugh as he follows her into the kitchen.

“It’s called crème brulee- not burnt sugar!” Kurt’s huffing out angrily as he watches Jesse sprinkle sugar onto one of the ramekins.

“Do you know what crème brulee means?” Jesse asks, eyes twinkling.

“That’s it,” Rachel says, tugging the tiny torch out of Kurt’s hands. “I have a lovely flourless chocolate cake and some sea salt caramel gelato for us to have, so you two sit down and behave while Blaine and I get it out.”

Blaine slices four pieces of cake while Rachel scoops gelato onto three of the plates. “More wine, anyone?” Kurt offers as he refills his glass. Jesse and Blaine both decline. “Rach?” He shakes the bottle gently. “It’s a good year.”

“Oh, no thank you,” she declines, setting the plates down on the table.

“Suit yourself,” Kurt says with a shrug.

“Actually,” Jesse starts. “We wanted to-“

“I’m pregnant!” Rachel interrupts with a happy shriek.

“What?!” Kurt and Blaine both reply.

“Oh my god, Rach!” Kurt hops out of his seat, pulling Rachel into a tight hug. “How far along are you?”

“About three months, I’m due near the end of February,” Rachel tells him.

“But…you’re still so tiny,” Blaine says dumbly, eyes glued to her stomach.

“She’ll be popping any day now. I’m just thankful she was able to finish her run without anyone noticing,” Jesse says, hands coming to rest on her belly.

“Congratulations,” Blaine says, leaning across the table to press a kiss to her cheek.

“You guys are going to be great parents,” Kurt says, eyes bright.

“We want you guys to be the godparents,” Jesse tells them.

“Well, not in the traditional sense,” Rachel adds when she sees Kurt’s eyebrows rise. “I know, Kurt, you’re not religious, but we want you to be a strong moral presence in his or her life.”

“Thank you,” Kurt and Blaine both reply, and then Rachel and Jesse launch into a diatribe about the perfect schedule for enrolling their child into musical lessons to maximize their natural talent.

**

“Do you want kids?” Kurt asks later that night, the both of them tucked up against each other under the covers.

“Not really,” Blaine tells him nervously. “I love being around kids, and I’ve always envisioned myself working with kids in the future. You know, getting involved with foundations that help kids. But I’ve always wanted a larger than life successful career. And with performing, it’s hard to get to that level with kids. Or at least, that’s how I feel. I wouldn’t want to feel like I’m neglecting one for the other.”

There’s a moment before Kurt answers, and Blaine worries at the silence. But then Kurt’s pressing a sweet kiss to Blaine’s mouth. “That’s how I feel, too,” he admits. “I’ve always felt selfish about it. But I feel better knowing you feel that way as well.”

**

Kurt is in the bedroom when Blaine finally makes his way home.

“The show is closing,” Blaine tells him, bellyflopping onto the bed.

Kurt’s hands still in their folding. “What? When?”

“Four weeks. Beginning of October.”

“I’m sorry,” Kurt whispers as he crawls onto the bed. Pulling Blaine into his arms, he asks, “How are you feeling?”

“Sad,” Blaine says without hesitation. “We started off so strong, and after all the Tony buzz, I though ticket sales were good-“

“They were good,” Kurt assures him.

“Just not good enough,” Blaine argues.

Kurt doesn’t deny it, just holds Blaine closer. “What’s next for you?”

“Back to auditions,” he says with a shrug.

“You sound very un-amused by that idea,” Kurt notes.

“It’s grueling,” Blaine whines. “Getting up in front of people just so they can pick you apart and just maybe deem you good enough. I mean, the payoff is great, but the process sucks.”

“So don’t,” Kurt decides, sitting up.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t audition.”

“I’m not going to get offers on reputation alone,” Blaine says drily.

Kurt swats his arm. “Don’t be a brat. Are you committed to being in musical theater for the rest of your life?”

“Not necessarily. But I need to be performing,” Blaine says, pushing himself up off the mattress. “It’s not like I’d be happy going back to being your assistant.”

“What about an album?” Kurt suggests. “I know you dabbled in songwriting a little while ago. Remember that song you wrote for our anniversary?”

Blaine nods, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. “But-“

“It’s just an idea. And I know there are some big fundraisers coming up after the holidays, maybe reach out and see about performing at them,” Kurt says with a shrug. “If you don’t want to rush into auditions again, you don’t have to.”

“You’re not trying to trick me into becoming a housewife, are you?” Blaine teases.

“Of course not,” Kurt promises. “Although, if you wanted to put on some heels and lacy lingerie, I wouldn’t say no.”

[sincewhendoiwritefanfic]

I’m sorry that I haven’t updated much. Several months ago, I got a series of comments on my writing that just seemed cruel. Criticism is one thing, but these comments didn’t offer any feedback or structure- I felt as if I had no solid foundation to ground myself upon, no way to make myself better. I let the messages sit in my inbox and every time I logged in to post, I would see them and doubt myself. I’d open up a word document with the intent to write, and all I could focus on were the mistakes already down on the page. 

I’ve finally forced myself to purge my inbox of the negativity that was holding me back, and I’m slowly finishing all of the stories I’ve started, as well as thinking of new ones. I’m going to finish my WIPs by the end of the year. 

Thank you to everyone still here.

[sincewhendoiwritefanfic]

Getting to I do (5/?)

The night of the Tony Awards is one of the craziest things Blaine’s ever experienced. He’s walked on red carpets before, plenty of times with Kurt and even once with Cooper a few months back. But this time, he’s walking it for himself. People are calling his name, and Kurt’s smiling widely as he follows Blaine down the line of reporters, all waiting to get a sound bite from him.

Honestly, he’s still reeling from the fact that he’d been  personally nominated for an award tonight. Maybe it doesn’t feel real because Kurt had tried valiantly to drain Blaine’s brain out through his dick via a particularly enthusiastic blowjob after the announcement (and then followed it with four hours of worshipful sex and a bottle of Veuve.) He’s positive he’s not going to win Best Actor- Norbert Leo Butz is nominated and the press has been abuzz with the possibility of his third win, after all- but he’s hopeful that Firsts will win Best Musical.

“Now, you guys are getting married next year, right?” a bubbly reporter is asking Kurt, and Blaine decides he’d better start paying attention.

“A little less than a year now,” Kurt agrees.

“Blaine, next year you could walking the Red Carpet as a Tony winner and as Mr. Blaine Hummel,” she says. “Wouldn’t that be exciting?”

Blaine forces a smile- he’s not quite sure where the media had gotten the idea he’d be taking Kurt’s name. “I’m very excited to be married to Kurt,” he says, leaning in to press a kiss to Kurt’s jaw. “But as to everything else, I’m not going to spend time worrying about what’ll happen in the future.”

The reporter’s eyes go wide with false surprise. “But wouldn’t you be ecstatic to win Best Actor in a Musical tonight?”

“Of course I would. But there are a lot of talented actors nominated, and hearing my name read aloud next to theirs is going to be a dream come true to me. A year ago, I was scheduling knee surgery and trying not to think about the fact that I might be able to dance any more, so I’m just trying to enjoy things as I earn them.” Kurt’s fingers tighten around Blaine’s, and the pressure is soothing.

“You’re too humble,” Kurt whispers into his ear when they manage to slip away.

“Just realistic,” Blaine says.

“You’ll win.” “Not tonight,” Blaine tells him, not feeling bad about it. “I’m good. I know I am. But I’m happy with a nomination. I won’t be disappointed when it’s not my name being called.” “Next year, then,” Kurt suggests with a grin.

Blaine can’t help but laugh at Kurt’s optimism. “Sure,” he agrees, bumping his hip lightly into Kurt’s. “Are you ready for next week?”

“The preview of the Target line?” Kurt asks. He shakes his head. “I’m nervous, people have been waiting for so long, the line was announced months ago. And I’m worried the menswear selections won’t sell well.”

They pause as they smile for another camera. “Well, I’m sure there are a lot of young men that are like you were, and will be thrilled to get such fashionable pieces at such affordable prices.”

Kurt gives him a soft smile. “I love you.”

Blaine can feel his feel his heart beat the tiniest bit faster as he responds in the only way he’s ever know to Kurt’s words. “I love you, too.”

**

Trouble in Paradise?

Fans everywhere were disappointed last week when Blaine Anderson when he, despite helping secure the Best Musical for “Firsts”, lost Best Actor to Norbert Leo Butz, but it looks like maybe nobody’s taking the loss harder than Anderson himself.

Yesterday, Kurt Hummel’s exclusive and long awaited Target line was previewed and fashionistas of all ages and genders went wild for the 75 piece collection. Designed for cold weather wear, the collection heavily features knits and outerwear. Despite the positive response, things between Hummel and his fiancé seemed strained. Last week on the red carpet, the two were all smiles and kisses, but at yesterday’s event the two maxed out their PDA at hand holding a brief forehead kiss, bestowed by Blaine to Kurt when the first pieces made their reveal.

It must be hard to stay self confident when you’re dating someone as talented and successful as Editior-In-Chief, fashion designer, and best selling author, Kurt Hummel, but we were all hoping Blaine could stand up to the challenge. Fingers crossed they can work past this.

In any case, you can find Hummel’s collection in a Target near you coming in September.

**

“Drink this, and then I am kissing you, germs be damned,” Blaine says as he sweeps into Kurt’s office, tea laced heavily with cold medicine in hand.

“I don’t want you to get sick and miss a show,” Kurt protests weakly, already drinking the warm liquid.

“I don’t care,” Blaine says. “It’s been almost a week since you got sick, and nearly as long as you’ve kissed me. Your collection is a hit, the next five weeks of shows are completely sold out, and I want to celebrate.”

“Fine,” Kurt teases, tugging Blaine into his lap by his wrist and kissing him thoroughly. “Five weeks, huh?” he asks as their lips finally part.

“Yup,” Blaine confirms happily. “The Best Musical win is exactly what we needed to perk up ticket sales.”

“That’s great. Dinner after tonight’s show to celebrate? I’ll even let you choose the cuisine,” Kurt offers.

“I have a better idea,” Blaine says with a shake of his head. “You can order in something light- tapas, maybe? And then you and I can take a nice long bath together and see where the night takes us.” He pauses for a moment. “And by that, I mean we’ll have sex at least twice, and if you do a spectacularly good job fucking me, I’ll even make you some French toast before we go to sleep.”

Kurt groans, hips shifting. “You do make the best French toast I’ve ever eaten,” Kurt says slowly.

“I’ll even pick up nutella and strawberries on my way home,” Blaine tempts.

“You’re too good for me,” Kurt says, fingers slipping under Blaine shirt.

“Am not,” Blaine denies as he leans in for a kiss.

[sincewhendoiwritefanfic]

PLEASE UPDATE YOUR GETTING TO I DO FIC!!!!!! IT IS SO GOOD AND I NEED MORE!!!! I LOVE ALL YOUR STORIES AND YOU ARE AMAZING PLEASE WRITE MORE

Okay.

[sincewhendoiwritefanfic]

Getting to I do (4/?)

“If you could do it again, would you?”

Almost everyone has that one great love that they lost. And I think it’s safe to say that most people, at some point or another, and ask themselves ‘if you could do it again, would you?’ “Firsts” introduces us to Lacey and Cameron, two people who’ve been given a second chance at their first love.

“Firsts” has been touted by some the more cynical critics as “The Last Five Years” for the optimists and the romantics. And to be completely honest- it is. That’s not to say that its bad- “Firsts” should be on everyone’s to-see list this season. The show will take you on an emotional rollercoaster, but instead of leaving you crushed, it leaves viewers exhilarated and hopeful.

Not only is the show great, the promotional material promises to attract a crowd. With a week until the show opens to the public, the cast and crew are sharing interviews in which they share stories of their favorite firsts. Check of the first installment below to see  star Blaine Anderson dish about his favorite first kiss!

[Media unavailable on this device]

--

We hear wedding bells, but is that a scandal we smell?

Over here at TheDishRag, we love when celebrities tell us their secrets so we don’t have to dig them out ourselves, and this morning Broadway World gifted us some major dirt. We all love Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson, and were so excited when they got engaged several months ago, but now it seems there might be reason to think that their relationship isn’t as innocent as it once seen.  

Check out the video and tell us what you think?

--

[Transcript from “Firsts” promo video]

BA- My last first kiss? My fiance- well, we hadn’t gotten together yet, obviously, but he sent me this beautiful guitar from a Vogue photo shoot. And I was just so astounded by the fact that someone had given me such a thoughtful gift, you know? I went down to his office, I had to thank him, but when I got there I didn’t know where to begin. So, I kissed him.

(Was it a good kiss?)

BA- (laughs) It was. It was the kind of kiss that makes you weak in the knees and replays itself in your head over and over again.

(Would want a re-do and get to relive it?)

BA- I’m fortunate enough to get to relive it every day.

--

Blaine realizes something’s wrong when he walks backstage before his morning rehearsal. He feels everyone’s eyes on him as he makes his way to his dressing room. Trying to shake the feeling, he grabs himself a water bottle from the mini fridge in the corner and drinks from it slowly.

There’s a quick knock on the door before Harmony, his costar, peeks into the room. “I don’t know if I should hit you or if I should kiss you,” she tells him, a smile teasing at the corners of her mouth.

“Pardon?” Blaine waves her into the room.

“On the one hand, I heard that the show has sold out for the next two months since the articles started running. But on the other hand, none of the hype is around me,” she continues as she flops down on his couch.

“Harmony, what are you talking about?”

Rolling onto her stomach, she grins up at Blaine. “You haven’t seen it? Any of it?” At Blaine’s blank look, she laughs. “TheDishRag ran a story that heavily implied that Kurt coerced you into a relationship using his money, and the media ran with it.”

“Fuck.”

Blaine sinks into the ratty armchair in the corner, head spinning and stomach sinking. “This cannot be happening.”

He doesn’t have much time to dwell on it, though. He puts his all into the run through, pushing himself to be at his very best. By the time they finish the last number, his legs are aching and his throat is sore, but he tries his best to keep his face neutral as the director gives the cast some notes.

“During ‘Second Coming’, you need to stop looking at Blaine like you want to tear him apart,” the director is telling Harmony. “It’s supposed to be a sexy number, and I can see where you’re trying to go with the whole predator/prey aspect, but rein it in a little, would you?”

The director shifts his gaze towards Blaine. “And you, Blaine. You were wonderful as always. Try to relax, you seem stiff.”

And with that, they’re dismissed until tomorrow. Usually Blaine hangs around for a bit, running through choreography or chatting with his cast mates, but today he rushed out of the theater.

“Blaine!” he turns around to find Amanda waiting for him by Kurt’s town car.

“Is he mad?” Blaine asks as he climbs into the car; he purposely hadn’t checked his phone, not sure he wanted to know how Kurt was taking it.

Amanda scoffs as she pulls the door shut and the car starts moving. “Please, no reputable publication is going to run anything implying that Kurt bought an employee’s consent. It’s pretty well know Kurt gives all his assistants something from their first shoot.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“At the first shoot I went to with Kurt, there was this beautiful limited edition Prada bag that I fell in love with. And when I got to work the next day, it was on my desk.” Amanda gives him a grin. “I don’t want you thinking you’re not special, though. No one’s ever gotten such a personal gift. Most of his gifts are fashion related things, and that’s probably because he wants all of his employees to look good. And Kurt’s never picked out something for someone because he thought it’d match their eyes.”

Blaine can feel himself flush. “Shut up.”

Amanda laughs. “You know he’s crazy about you. And you know you were smitten with him the moment you saw him.”

“I know. So, why did Kurt send you to come fetch me?” “He wanted you to come by the office, but he figured you might appreciate not having to take the subway.”

When Blaine pushes open the door to Kurt’s office 20 minutes later, there’s a soft flannel sheet reserved for their picnics spread across the floor and a take-out bag next to it.

“Hi,” he says, pulling the door shut behind him.

“How did it go?” “Harmony grabbed my balls during that one number,” Blaine quips as he moves to press a quick kiss to Kurt’s mouth.

Kurt hums a laugh against Blaine’s lips. “Tell her if it comes down to it, I will fight her.”

“Are we having a picnic?” Blaine asks, gesturing towards the blanket.

“We are,” Kurt affirms, pushing himself away from his desk. “But I have a meeting in an hour, so we have to have it here.”

“That’s okay,” Blaine says as he settles down and opens the take-out bag. It’s from his favorite Indian place, the one way downtown.

They eat in silence for a few minutes. “Are you okay?” Kurt asks hesitantly.

Blaine stops chewing for a moment as he thinks. Slowly, he nods. “Yeah. I- yeah. We’re completely sold out for the next two months.”

Kurt shakes his head, but a small smile spreads across his face. “People love a scandal,” he notes.

“There’s nothing scandalous here, though,” Blaine tells him.

The left corner of Kurt’s mouth twitches. “I don’t know,” he says, putting down his food and moving towards Blaine. He slips his hand down the front of Blaine’s pants and cups him firmly. “I like to think we’re at least a little scandalous.”

[sincewhendoiwritefanfic]

Getting to I do (3/?)

“I got you a present,” Blaine sing-songs when Kurt comes home from work. “Is my present that you somehow got my meeting in Los Angeles next weekend canceled?” Kurt asks tiredly. “No,” Blaine chirps. “I made us a wedding binder.” He grabs it off of the side table and hands it to Kurt. “It has a whole list of things we need to decide on, budget outlines, preferred vendors, timelines for when we need to have things decided by…” Kurt looks up with him, a small smile on his face. “Thank you,” he says, kissing Blaine softly on the lips. “Can we talk about the wedding for a few minutes?” “Sure.” “Do you still want an early autumn wedding?” Kurt asks as he settles down on the couch. “I think it might be nice,” Blaine agrees. “We don’t have to, but I figured that we could have the ceremony in late August, have a week or so for the honeymoon, and then you could dive into fashion week stuff.” Kurt hums noncommittally. “Aside from work constraints, is there another time you’d prefer to get married?” Blaine lets his eyes close as he thinks. He tries to picture his ideal wedding day. There’s a slight breeze, the sun is bright but gentle, and flowers blossoming. “Spring might be nice,” he murmurs, eyes falling open. “Maybe the Palm House?” Kurt suggests. “That could be really nice,” Blaine says, imagining standing, tucked into Kurt’s side, beneath the glass ceiling and watching the sunset. “Next June? Or late May? I want to give us more than a few months to plan everything.” “I wouldn’t mind that,” Blaine says happily. “A year and half long engagement sounds nice.” “Great.” Kurt tugs Blaine in close. “I can’t wait to marry you.” He kisses Blaine gently, his fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. “But for now, I’d love to show my beautiful fiancé how attractive I find him.”

** Thanksgiving passes quietly, and Christmas, spent a rented cabin in Vermont with Kurt’s family, follows in a similar fashion. “How drunk is Rachel right now?” Kurt laughs into Blaine’s ear, gazing towards Jesse and Rachel across the room. “After coming to this party for five years, I’ve learned that she really lets loose on New Years,” Blaine replies with a laugh of his own. “Girl knows how to party.”
 Kurt snorts against Blaine’s neck before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Would you like more wine? Or something harder?” “I would actually love something with whiskey,” Blaine agrees. While he waits for Kurt to return, Jesse and Rachel make their way over to him. “Are you having fun?” Rachel asks, leaning in to give him a hug. “I am,” Blaine promises. “Hey, Jesse.” Jesse nods in greeting. “How are rehearsals going?” “Good,” he tells him, butterflies in his stomach just from thinking about the new show he’d been cast in. “Only a few more weeks until we open, I’m so nervous.” “I’ve heard great things, if that’s any help,” Jesse says. “And it’s such a great script,” Rachel chimes in. “You’re going to be fantastic.” Blaine smiles at their reassurances. “Thank you, guys. Really, it means a lot, especially coming from you two.” “Don’t encourage them,” Kurt quips, sliding past Jesse with two drinks. “Their egos are already big enough.” “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Rachel huffs. “And like you’re one to talk, don’t you have virtually every major men’s ware designer duking it out for who gets to design your wedding tuxes?” Kurt and Blaine both roll their eyes. “Don’t even,” Kurt warns playfully. “Planning this wedding is already so stressful.” “Nevermind such a high profile wedding,” Jesse adds. “For better or worse, it’ll all be over soon enough. Try not to sweat it.”

** Blaine doesn’t even wait for Amanda to wave him into Kurt’s office, just flashes her a smile as he waltzes past her. “Guess what I just did?” he sings as he sinks down in the couch in the corner of the room. Kurt looks up from his computer and squints, as if in deep thought. “I can’t even come up with something witty right now,” he relents after a moment. “I just put down a deposit for the Palm House for next June 2nd.” Blaine can see the relief wash over Kurt’s face. “Really?” “Yep!” Blaine chirps happily. “There was another couple that wanted the date, but I challenged the groom to a fight, and they let me have it.” “You didn’t!” Kurt laughs. “You know what? I don’t even care if you did, I’m just so happy we got the date. Now come over here so I can kiss you.” Blaine crosses the room quickly, bending over to let Kurt pull him in for a kiss. “You’re running out of time to back out of marrying me,” he warns playfully. “Never,” Kurt promises, clutching Blaine tightly. “What time do you have to be at the theater for rehearsal?” “Not until much later.” “Can I take you to lunch?” “Of course.”