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Klaine Advent Day 3 - Collapse

Blaine hated skating, flat out hated it. If he was being honest with himself, he pretty much hated any and all other winter activities, too. It’s just too cold outside during the winter, no thank you.

But skating? Skating he hated the most. Not only because he had two left feet and could collapse at any moment, but because other people were dangerous on the skates, too.

The horrible images that clouded his mind as he looked out at the ice rink before him. Hundreds of people skating left and right, people that could easily bump into him and make him fall, skating right over his hands and cutting his fingers — meaning he would have to go the hospital and they would call his parents and...

Oh god...his parents. They didn't even know he was in New York right now. It’s not like they would notice his absence anyway, being that they are currently on that cruise in the Carribbean and all, but what they didn’t know wouldn’t kill them. Or something like that.

Yeah.

With shaky legs and trembling knees, Blaine steps out onto the rink. He could do this, just one lap and he can finally cross "skating in Bryant Park" off his bucket list.

Oh god.

With determination Blaine moves his left foot forward a little too quickly and falls right on his face.

“Ow.” He mumbles to himself as he tries to push himself right side up.

"Hey, are you okay?" A guy skids to a stop right next to him, extending his arm out to help the embarrassed boy up. “Here, let me help you.”

"Yeah, I ju-“ Blaine looks over at the owner of the extended hand and suddenly loses all train of thought.

The man was gorgeous - pale skin and piercing blue eyes that looked at him in concern.

"I just fell," Blaine finishes lamely, his cheeks brewing a rosy color. “I’m ok.”

"Are you sure? Ok, good. Let’s try not making a habit out it.” The gorgeous man teases as he goes to skate away.

During the hour or so that Blaine spent on the rink, the man had to help him up three more times. By the fourth time, Blaine was sure he was going to die of embarrassment.

Blaine had ended up running into the man, making them both fall on the ground; Blaine on top of the other.

"Wow,” The man laughs as he gently pushing Blaine up some from his chest so he can breathe, “if we're already passing first base, maybe we should learn each other’s names first. Hi, I'm Kurt."

Blaine just looks down at him in bewilderment, partially still frozen from the impact and shame, and partially because of the man's words.

"Umm, uh, Blaine." Blaine stampers out with a sniffle of his nose.

Damn seasonal allergies.

"Okay, 'uh Blaine' " Kurt smiles as he teases, "what about this - you get off of me and I'll treat you to a cup of hot chocolate to help warm up that cold of yours?"

"Hot chocolate?" Blaine parrots back.

"Yeah, you're what? 18? Too young for wine."

"I'm actually 17" he confesses.

"I'm 20. Is that a problem?" Kurt smiles

"Not at all."

Five years later Blaine proposes in the exact same spot and in the same exact position.

I guess, winter activities aren't that bad, after all.

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Thank you, @pavarottisrevenge , for your help! :D

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For Carlotta (@thricellamaaddicted ) 😊

"GET OUT OF MY PROPERTY OR PREPARE TO DIE IN-"

"Kurt, chill. It's me, dude" Blaine said, his voice tired, as he opened the door and came in.

It's been two years. Two fucking years. He worked as a real estate agent for two years, this was his first assignment and he couldn't sell it.

The house wasn't the problem. No, it was big, Victorian-esque, with huge balcony and beautiful garden in the back.

The problem was Kurt - son of the first owner, a sassy young man who died in 1905 and became the resident ghost, scaring away any potential buyers.

"Oh, hello Blainey. Did you finally sell it?" Kurt asked, appearing suddenly in front of Blaine, but the man didn't even flinch, he was used to it.

"Do you see anyone with me? No, you don't. And you know who's fucking fault is it? Yours."

"Oh come on!" Kurt had the nerve to looks actually offended. He followed Blaine into the kitchen, when he watched the man pouring himself a glass of water.

"I'm just so tired of this" Blaine said, sitting by the counter. "In the past two years, I sold thirty houses and apartments. I'm good at what I'm doing. And yet, I can't sell this place. Why? Because certain someone makes every new owners leave after maximum a week, because the house is haunted!"

Kurt moved closer, watching as Blaine hid his head in arms. His heart ached for the man. He wanted him to be happy in his job and life. Kurt really, truly loved Blaine, and if he had to be honest, he wanted this house for them.

He just didn't have the courage to tell his boyfriend about it.

'Okay, now or never' he thought, putting his hand on Blaine's shoulder. Even though it wasn't the first time he did that, a wave of happiness went through him when he felt Blaine's warm body under his cold hand.

"Honey" he said, when Blaine looked up at him. " Maybe you should buy this house. We could live together then, for real."

"You really would like that?"

"There's nothing I would like to more. I love you" Kurt said, sitting in Blaine's lap and kissing him softly.  " I hate it when you leave for the night and don't return for days. That way, you'd be always with me."

They kissed for a long time, gently, with no urgency.

"Okay" Blaine whispered, when he stopped to take a breath. "I love you too. I'll buy this house."

Kurt smiled into another kiss. The future suddenly became a lot better.

ghost in the house: GET OUT. I WILL TAKE YOU-

real estate agent: chill, its me.

ghost: oh hey. have you sold it yet.

real estate agent: obviously NOT, idiot.

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In Summer (6/12)

Chapter Six - Pool (rating M) ____________ The next weekend found Kurt and Blaine in the Anderson's backyard, where Blaine's' parents were throwing them an engagement party. A lot of people came to say their congratulations; families, friends from high school, some from college and work. Even Blaine's father's business partner, with his wife and kids, and a couple of Burt's mechanics. There were just too many people for Blaine's liking. Since he'd asked Kurt to marry him, they'd spent most of their time on every remotely flat surface, having hot sex. And now, Blaine was having a hard time - no pun intended - socializing with all those people, when his sexy fiancé was standing nearly naked not so far away from him. However weird it sounded, Blaine blamed his parents for his suffering. The weather was extremely warm, so the Andersons had decided to celebrate by throwing a party with their brand new swimming pool. 'Blaine?' He came back from daydreaming about bending Kurt over on of the pool's walls and just taking him from behind. He focused his eyes on elderly woman standing in front of him. 'Yes, Aunt Olivia?' he asked, taking a sip of his drink. The ice tea wasn't cold anymore. Damn heat. 'I was asking if you could tell me again how did you and Keith meet?' He sighed, trying not to be annoyed by her. It was the third time already that she had asked him this, and every time she used different name. This time, however, she at least managed to find one starting with a 'K'. Small miracles. 'It's Kurt' he corrected her, like he did every other times. 'And we met in the park, on our campus.' 'Oh, such a lovely meeting' Blaine mouthed as she spoke the words out loud. 'Did I tell you how I met my first husband? It was so romantic!' Blaine groaned inwardly, trying not to hit himself in the face. Or worse, her. He'd heard that story about Uncle Adam so many times already, he could probably start telling it himself. Thankfully, Kurt must have sensed how miserable he was and came to his rescue. 'Excuse me, Aunt Olivia. Can I borrow my fiancé for a minute? We have a bit of a situation in the kitchen and Blaine's necessary there. Thank you!' He didn't wait for her response, grabbing Blaine's hand and pulling him in the direction of the house. Once inside, he went upstairs, to Blaine's old room. ‘That's not the kitchen' Blaine said, confused. ‘No shit, Sherlock' Kurt closed the door behind them and pinned Blaine to it with his body, momentarily kissing his neck. ‘Oh God, I want you so much' he breathed heavily, reaching for the waistband of Blaine's swimming trunks. ‘Yes, please' Blaine moaned in response, finding Kurt's lips and kissing him fiercely. ‘You have no idea...’ Just as Kurt lowered himself on his knees, they heard a voice from the hallway. ‘Boys? Are you in there?’ Burt called. ‘Oh fuck.’ Kurt stood up fast and put Blaine's dick back into his pants. ‘Yeah, we're coming!’ ‘Speak for yourself, Hummel' Blaine sighed, cursing his luck. They waited a minute to calm down and when Blaine decided they look presentable enough, they went back downstairs. Three hours later, they waved goodbye to the last car taking their guests home. Totally exhausted, they sat on the swing on the front porch. They were almost asleep, when Blaine's mum found them. ‘Hey, boys. Sorry to bother you, but...’ she smiled softly. ‘I’m afraid I have to leave all the cleaning up for you. John and I realized that we have to hit the road a bit earlier than we planned.’ ‘Oh, don't worry, Pam’ Kurt said. ‘We'll take care of it.’ ‘You are such a sweetheart!’ John said, coming out with two big suitcases in hands. ‘You sure you don't mind us leaving in such a hurry?’ ‘Nah, dad. Enjoy your trip.’ Blaine answered without opening his eyes. The Andersons kissed them goodbye and then drove away. Kurt and Blaine remained sitting on the swing, when suddenly Blaine stood up. ‘Kurt. We're alone.’ ‘Yeah, I know' his fiancé yawned. ‘No, baby. Listen to me. We are alone.’ They looked at each other for a while and then ran through the house, to the backyard. Once there, they hurriedly took off their clothes, slipping on the wet tiles. Blaine attached himself to Kurt's lips, his hands roaming over his naked body. Kurt pushed him a bit and Blaine fell into the water with a loud yelp. Laughing, Kurt jumped to join his fiancé. While it was still quite warm outside, he temperature had dropped enough that the water seemed chilly against their skins, refreshing them nicely. ‘You dick' Blaine said when he came up to the surface. He swam closer to Kurt and splashed him. ‘Oh, you want to play dirty, Anderson?’ Kurt asked, trying to dry his face with his hand. He crashed their mouths together and forced Blaine's body to go under the water with him. They kissed, for as long as they could, then without breaking the kiss, they resurfaced. ‘Kurt, please.’ Blaine begged, his voice barely audible. Kurt lifted Blaines' legs and placed them around his own waist. Then he reached behind Blaine and pushed two fingers into him. Feeling the hot, tightness around them, he moaned loudly. But it was nothing compared to Blaine's scream of pleasure. ‘God, YES!’ Encouraged, Kurt started thrusting his fingers faster, making Blaine curse and beg for more. So he added a third finger, and then, prompted by Blaine's ‘Jesus, fuck, yes!’, another one. ‘Now, Kurt, please. Just do it already!’ Blaine demanded, fucking himself on Kurt's fingers. ‘Alright, alright. One would think you haven't been fucked in years.’ Kurt positioned himself and then entered Blaine in one smooth move. He quickly found the rhythm – he knew Blaine and his body even better than his own. They moved together, the water splashing against their bodies. ‘Blaine, fuck, I can't...’ Kurt sped up his thrusting, already so close. ‘Me too, love, me too.’ After a few more thrusts, they came together, moaning in unison. Kurt leant heavily on Blaine, totally spent. ‘Mm, don't fall asleep on me' Blaine said after what felt like hours of silence. ‘We should change the water before your parents come back.’ Kurt answered, his voice barely above a whisper. ‘You’re right, probably. With all those people swimming here today...’ ‘Oh God, so gross.’ They got out of the pool and slowly, they made their way to their bedroom. Once in bed, Kurt fell asleep before he even touched the pillow. Blaine looked fondly at his sleeping fiancé and smiled. ‘Best. Party. Ever.’