#kublam

[cryscendo]

Look, uh, Kurt and I were talking. And, um, we just...

You want me to move out. I knew it.

@giftober 2024 | day 20: crowded

[hevanderson]

cheerleader x football player x marching band member works so well for kublam and the best part is that kurt, blaine, and sam could easily be any of them

[thnxforknowingme]

I'll Drink to That

Okay @cerriddwenluna, here is your prize for tricking me. A little kublam ficlet about Sam coming to visit his friends Kurt and Blaine in New York. You could maybe imagine this happens a couple years before Naughty and Oh So Nice. Rated, like, T. There are implications but nothing uncouth actually happens.

They’re eating dinner on the third night of Sam’s visit when he finally can’t take it anymore.

“All right,” Sam says, setting his glass down firmly. “When are we going to talk about this?”

Kurt and Blaine share a look, in that way they always do. Sam sometimes swears they have their own secret, silent language.

It’s spring break back in Ohio, so Sam finally got the chance to come visit Kurt and Blaine in New York. It’s funny - it seemed like right after high school they were all constantly traveling back and forth, getting on a plane at the drop of a hat to hang out with each other. But now that they’re real grown-ups with jobs and responsibilities, it’s taken him months to return to New York and stay with his friends for a few days.

It's been a jam-packed trip so far - eating street food and seeing a Rangers game and going to theaters and bars. But at the end of every day they've said goodnight, and Sam has retreated to the closet-like guest bedroom by himself.

“Talk about what?” Blaine asks, completely innocent. Or at least, he’s acting clueless.

Sam gestures emphatically between the three of them. “About how it’s the three of us, together, alone in your apartment. And that used to, you know, mean something.”

Even though this is Sam's first time seeing this apartment, there are familiar elements - decor and furniture he recognizes from the Bushwick loft, or from Kurt and Blaine’s parent’s houses. It’s weird to see familiar items in a new place, but it also makes it feel more cozy. This tiny apartment he’s never been to before still conjures up good memories from the past.

Kurt clears his throat. “Just because that used to be the case doesn’t mean it still has to mean that,” he says slowly. “We enjoy your company regardless.”

“It doesn’t have to be that way,” Sam repeats, his eyes flicking from Kurt to Blaine and back. “But it could be?”

He sees the smile Blaine fails to hide, the slight widening of Kurt’s pupils. They glance at each other again. “It could be,” Blaine confirms.

“Good,” Sam says, leaning back in his chair. “I’d like that.”

The air feels different around them now, more charged and heavy as they finish eating. After Kurt pours the last of the wine into their glasses, he raises his up. “To good friends,” he toasts.

“To great friends,” Blaine corrects.

“And empty apartments,” Sam adds, and they all drink deeply in appreciation.

[cerriddwenluna]

Thanks for the tag @forabeatofadrum!

REJOICE, for I actually have a new fic that will be posted this saturday! 🥳♥️

It's my contribution to the Impromptu Unofficial Kublam Summer Smut Fest, now also in winter! 🎄☃️

I hope you'll enjoy this (sfw) little bit of 'Celebrate' 😁♥️

“Hey, Blaine, Kurt should be done working by the time we get home, right?”

“I think so. He sent a message an hour ago saying he was about to leave work and that he’d take care of dinner for us.”

“I was just thinking back on our cosplaying fun and since we’re already dressed for the part, it would be a shame to not take advantage of the festive spirit—if you know what I mean…”

Blaine chuckled and tightened his grip on Sam’s hand as he briefly lost his footing on some black ice. “I know exactly what you mean.”

Go read the previous works and show all the authors some love! ♡

@thnxforknowingme, @quizasvivamos, @1908jmd, @honeysucklepink & @ericdooley 💕

And with extra thanks to @quizasvivamos for the beta! ♥️

[1908jmd]

Gifs made for me by the talented @caramelcoffeeaddict. Thank you.

Do not repost unless credit it!

[th3willingvictim0f4c5nnib4l]

Is Kurt x blams ship name kublam cause that's brilliant I don't even like the ship but oh my god the name.

[gleeincorrectquotes]

Sam : Four months!

Kurt : What’s he talking about?

Blaine : It’s not that big of a deal-

Sam : That’s how long you stood by and watched me water a FAKE PLANT!

[hopefulobjectmiracle]

my fav glee characters + best dynamics

[make-a-little-music]

An excerpt from a Kublam (Kurt/Blaine/Sam) concept where Blaine started dating Sam in s6 and Sam accidentally gets trapped in Sue’s weird robot-menace elevator along with Kurt and Blaine. Sam/Kurt focused. Rated T for swearing and detailed kissing.

"Look," Sam says. "It's just a kiss, right?"

"Sam." Blaine's voice cracks as he looks at Sam, only at Sam, and Kurt's heart cracks with it, old fault lines quaking, sending dull shockwaves out through his bones…

"I want to get out of here, okay?" Sam is saying. "That robot thing freaks me out."

No, no, no, no–

Blaine turns his head to look at Kurt, and Kurt knows Blaine too well not to see it all on his face -- the want, the guilt for wanting Kurt, how desperate he is for this thing with Sam to last, and Kurt can’t deal with this right now, he can’t, not when he’s trying so hard to move on, to be the bigger person--

"What if… what if I kissed Kurt first?" Sam says.

… What?

Blaine double-takes at Sam. "Huh?"

"I don't know, to… break the tension, distract you guys from your whole--" Sam gestures with his arms “--complicated history.” He turns to Blaine. "Make you feel less like you're cheating on me."

Blaine blinks rapidly, visibly recalibrating. Then:

"O-okay," he says. He sounds a bit surprised by his own reply. “Yeah, I'm… I'm okay with that."

Sam turns to Kurt.

“So? What do you think?”

Kurt’s heart is pounding in his ears. This is an entirely different beast, one he hadn’t prepared for except in the wildest crevices of fantasy, where there’s never a reason to say--

“NO,” the robot screeches, and Kurt’s resolve hardens. Fuck Sue, and her creepy, weird Klaine agenda. He refuses to give her the satisfaction of this fever dream nightmare going to plan. He’s changing the script.

“Yes,” Kurt says, rising to his feet. “I think that’s a great plan.”

“NO!” the robot screeches again, as Sam stands up, too. “STOP. IGNORE THE THIRD WHEEL.”

Kurt maliciously tunes the robot out and steps closer to Sam. 

Sam smiles. He's so close. His lips look so soft.

"Hey," Sam says.

Kurt's heart skips a beat, and he realizes he's already tilting forward. 

Without saying anything, Sam reaches up and tucks a hand over Kurt's cheek.

Oh fuck, his hands are so warm. 

"You sure you're okay with this?" 

Kurt nods, feeling a little dizzy. 

“It’s a practical decision,” he says breathlessly.

Sam Evans leans in, and suddenly Kurt is seventeen again, standing in front of a beautiful boy in the locker room showers, and he has two options, stay or walk away, except he knows now what he didn't know then, which is that if he walks away, he'll regret it, because it's been five years, five years and an engagement to a another man Kurt knows he'll love for the rest of his life, and yet he has never, ever stopped wondering what could have been if he'd said nothing, if they'd sung that duet, if his gaydar had been a little less off (but it wasn't, was it, and Sam is leaning in, and he's about to–!)

Oh god, Sam's lips are soft.

The robot starts screaming again, and Kurt tells himself it’s to spite her that he wraps his arms around Sam’s neck and pulls him closer. Sam chuckles against Kurt’s lips, low and warm, and tilts his head to deepen the kiss, fingers drifting to the back of Kurt’s neck to support his head. Kurt needs the support; a moment later, he has Sam’s tongue inside his mouth, and the only thing he can do to keep from tipping backwards is cling on and kiss back just as hard. Sam tastes like sunshine, and he kisses like Kurt is the only thing that matters in the world, and Kurt’s whole body is tingling in a way it's only ever done with one person before--

--and this is stupid, this is all wrong, he shouldn’t feel like this, he can’t have Sam, because Sam is with Blaine, and he can’t have Blaine because--

A quiet, strangled moan cuts through the small space, and Kurt jolts backwards, breaking the kiss. He knows that sound. He knows it really well.

For a long moment, Sam stares at Kurt, eyes dark, lips pink and kiss-swollen, and a hunger rears its head in Kurt that feels like it's here to stay. Then they both turn to look at Blaine, who is breathing heavily, staring at Kurt and Sam, leaning against the wall like he staggered into it.

“... Okay,” Blaine says abruptly, like he just lost an argument inside his head.

[hevanderson]

sapphic samcedes save me save me sapphic samcedes

[honeysucklepink]

Hey, I wrote some new shit.

Who knew I just needed to read a bunch of Kublam smut to get inspired?

(Well, most of you probably)

[thnxforknowingme]

Naughty and Oh, So Nice

Pairing: Kublam

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Kublam returns for some seasonal smut! Kurt and Blaine don't see Sam much nowadays, so when they're all in one place over the winter holidays, they have to take advantage of the occasion.

Notes: Many thanks to all the other writers who have contributed to the 2022 Kublam explosion. This particular fic could be seen as a distant sequel to Confluence, but otherwise isn’t connected to the quasi-shared ‘verse created in the Impromptu Unofficial Kublam Summer Smut Fest. For the purposes of this fic, I imagine that Kurt, Blaine and Sam all had sex together semi-regularly while living in the loft, but that was the extent of their relationship. As in canon, Sam eventually moved back to Ohio and Kurt and Blaine eventually got married. This fic takes place approximately five years after their first threesome. Special thanks to the Lima Bean Discord server - particularly Court, Jen @1908jmd and Gwen @cerriddwenluna - who gave invaluable feedback to help me write something that even approximated sexy when I was feeling extremely unmotivated.

Christmas in Ohio - slushy and cold, the trees barren and sky the palest blue, suburban lawns decorated with the tackiest of inflatable singing decorations. More importantly, family and friends brought together after long periods apart. Present-giving, meal-cooking, and cozy reunions of all kinds.

Kurt could work remotely, and Blaine was between jobs - bad for rent payments, good for vacations - so they were able to spend over a week back in Ohio for Christmas, away from the holiday crowds of New York. They spent most of their time with family, but when Blaine’s parents departed on a Caribbean cruise on December 26th, leaving the Anderson house entirely empty, they gathered all their high school friends who were in town for a good old-fashioned Glee Club party.

The festivities lasted late into the night - drinking cider and wintery cocktails, decorating and feasting on Christmas cookies, singing songs around the piano. Finally guests began to reluctantly leave, as many had flights or family obligations the next day. Kurt had walked out to wish Rachel goodnight at the door, leaving Blaine to continue a heated debate with Sam, their last remaining party guest.

“A Christmas movie has to have like, Christmas-y themes,” Sam insisted. “It has to feel warm and cozy, you know?”

Sam was wearing a Santa hat with a bell in the white puffball at the tip, which jingled every time he moved his head.

Blaine took the miniature candy cane he’d been sucking on out of his mouth to respond. “Maybe your definition of how Christmas feels is just too narrow.”

Blaine heard the front door shut, and the sound of Kurt’s footsteps returning to the room. “Kurt,” he started, hoping he could get his husband on his side - Kurt was great at winning arguments, something Blaine normally loved about him, except when he was the person Kurt was winning against. “What do you -”

“I am entirely uninterested in arguing semantics over Die Hard,” Kurt cut him off as he sat down on the couch.

“Ha!” Sam shouted, as though Kurt’s refusal to participate meant a victory for him. He threw an arm around Blaine’s shoulders, and the movement caused both of them to stumble, the bell in Sam’s hat jingling as they regained their balance.

Sam smiled over at Kurt, then glanced around the room. “Is everyone else gone?”

“Yep,” Kurt said, tucking one of his feet beneath him. “It’s pretty late.”

Sam looked at his wrist, but there was no watch there. “I guess I better get going, then.”

“You, sir,” Blaine said, tapping the center of Sam’s reindeer-patterned sweater to make it abundantly clear who he was addressing, “are too drunk to drive home.”

Sam stared down at Blaine’s finger, and then looked up to meet his eyes. “That is very true.”

“Well, you’re welcome to crash here for the night,” Kurt said, “or for however long you need to sober up.” 

Blaine saw Kurt smile, and his own chest filled with warmth. He knew that Kurt missed Sam ever since he moved back to Ohio. Blaine and Sam had enough in common that they texted each other frequently about movies and comic books, and occasionally managed to align their schedules and play video games together. Kurt didn’t tend to talk to Sam much when they weren’t in the same physical location, but Blaine knew he valued their friendship and was glad to be back in his company.

Blaine ducked out from under Sam’s arm and headed for the couch, collapsing next to Kurt. “This has been a very merry Christmas,” he said.

“You did go pretty hard with the peppermint schnapps.” Kurt replied with a wry grin. He looked up at Sam and patted the couch on his other side. “Come on,” he said.

Sam sat down - close to Kurt, but not leaning into him like Blaine was. “It’s been a long time since it’s been just the three of us,” Sam commented.

With those words, something in the room changed - the heat from the electric fire seemed suddenly more intense. Kurt glanced down at Blaine. Blaine raised an eyebrow, and Kurt smiled back. “That’s true,” Kurt acknowledged slowly.

Blaine sat up slightly, so that he could look at Sam. He sucked on his candy cane as he considered his next words. “Maybe we could do something to celebrate this reunion,” he said. “For old time’s sake. What do you think, Sam?”

“Yeah,” Sam said. “Definitely.” He paused. “You’re talking about sex, right?”

“Yes,” Kurt and Blaine said simultaneously.

“Then yeah, totally,” Sam agreed, already sliding closer to Kurt.

The music that had been playing through the Anderson’s sound system ever since the partiers ceased their caroling clicked over to Santa Baby just as Kurt leaned in to press his lips against Sams’.

.

There was something nostalgic about all three of them together like this, and they settled into their dynamic with the familiarity of slipping on a cozy Christmas sweater or stepping back into a childhood home. The give and take of three bodies maneuvering together, the sounds and tastes of each other igniting old memories of times in the loft. It was reassuring and thrilling all at once as they kissed and touched on the couch, growing increasingly needy, warm outer layers of clothing being shed until they shifted to the spacious, plush rug in front of the fire.

Kurt was just reaching to unzip Sam’s fly when Blaine said, “Hey, why don’t we try that thing you mentioned to me?”

Kurt looked up, blinking as he tried to focus on his disheveled husband. “Huh?” he asked, but before Blaine could respond he realized what he’d been referring to. “Oh,” he said, his face flushing as he remembered the idea he’d shared with Blaine a couple of months ago. He cleared his throat. “Yeah, uh, we could do that. If Sam is into it.”

“Into what?” Sam asked.

Kurt took a deep breath. It had taken some courage to admit this desire to Blaine, but as he met Sam’s gaze, he knew that he was safe here - Sam had trusted them with so much, and he could share in that openness without fear. “I want you to tie my hands and make me watch you,” he said.

Sam blinked, and Kurt couldn’t help but notice how pretty his eyelashes were. “Watch us do what?"

Kurt raised a shoulder in half a shrug, as though any of this could be nonchalant. “Whatever you like. I just wouldn't be able to touch you.” He swallowed. “Or myself.”

It was hard to articulate exactly why this appealed to him. He’d always loved watching the way Sam and Blaine moved together, getting to witness how they made each other fall apart - it was so sexy that he could never help himself from joining in somehow. Something about removing his ability to do that - denying his desire, building anticipation as he got more turned on and desperate for touch he couldn't have - made him shiver.

"Okay,” Sam said gamely. “Whatever makes you happy.” The earnest care in his voice made tenderness and arousal battle for attention inside Kurt.

It probably would have been the most practical to go grab an old necktie from Blaine’s bedroom, but Sam had another idea. He stood and walked over to the staircase, unwrapping a length of tinsel garland that was decorating the bannister.

Meanwhile Blaine reached under the hem of Kurt's shirt, his nails grazing against Kurt's skin as he pulled it up his torso and off of him. The room was comfortably warm but it was still a slight shock for so much skin to be exposed, and he felt goosebumps break out on his arms.

Blaine accepted the garland when Sam returned, and moved behind Kurt to bind his wrists. Sam took over undressing Kurt, unbuttoning the clasp on his pants, the slightest of friction against his crotch already making him ache.

Blaine wrapped the garland loosely around his wrists. “Is that okay?” he asked, leaning in so his breath was warm against Kurt’s ear.

“Uh-huh,” Kurt replied shakily. It wasn’t the most comfortable against his skin, but it would serve its purpose for the relatively limited time they needed it for. Already Kurt’s body seemed more sensitive, feeling the air around him and the heat emanating from Blaine and Sam next to him. The pressure of the bonds keeping him from moving his hands, and the knowledge that he was subject entirely to their whims, sent a zing of pleasure straight to his cock.

Once he stepped out of his pants, Sam put a hand on his shoulder and applied gentle pressure, encouraging Kurt to kneel. As he settled on the rug his face was even with Sam's pelvis, and he could make out the shape of his growing erection. He started to lean forward -

"No," Sam said, his hand holding Kurt firmly in place. "You just wanted to watch."

Kurt relented, leaning back on his heels.

“Good,” Blaine said, bending down and putting a finger beneath Kurt’s chin to guide him into a quick kiss. He still tasted of the candy cane he’d had before. “Now sit back and enjoy.”

In their past exploits, they’d learned that threesomes almost inevitably involved taking turns - there was a balance between being involved and getting in the way. There were always points in their encounters where one of them wasn’t directly giving or receiving physical pleasure. But they’d never done it intentionally like this before.

Blaine lay back on the rug, just a few feet from Kurt, and Sam hovered over him. They kissed, melting into each other, their hands roaming confidently as they made out. Kurt watched as Sam undid the buttons of Blaine’s shirt one-by-one, Blaine’s eyelids fluttering closed as Sam explored the newly revealed skin. He ran his hands over the roughness of Blaine’s chest hair, and leaned in to flick his tongue over Blaine’s nipple, repeating the action until Blaine keened.

It was agonizingly slow, and Kurt’s body grew increasingly tense as he watched, unable to touch or press or taste. He felt himself growing hard, his dick straining against the fabric of his underwear, and he had to bite his lip to keep from whining.

Finally, the last of Blaine’s clothes were removed, the familiar shapes of his body fully on display. Kurt had seen Blaine like this so many times, knew his naked body so well, but that repetition did nothing to quell the heat that rose through him. Blaine reached for Sam’s head and pulled him in close, putting his lips right against Sam’s ear. The tips of Sam’s hair fell against his skin. He whispered something that Kurt couldn’t catch. 

Sam let out a pleased grunt of acknowledgement. “Yeah, okay.”

“Not fair,” Kurt protested.

“Shhh,” Blaine told him, and then he reached for the packet of lube he’d retrieved from their bags.

Sam finished undressing as Blaine started to prep himself, and Kurt could hardly choose what to look at - the strong lines of Sam’s bare legs and the curve of his ass, Blaine arching his back with an expression caught between focus and ecstasy as he worked himself open, Sam stroking his cock as he too watched with a hunger in his eyes that surely mirrored Kurt’s own. It was almost unbearable to take it all in.

Finally Blaine was ready, and after Sam rolled on a condom Blaine straddled him, lowering himself slowly onto Sam’s cock until their bodies were flush together.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Sam hissed.

Blaine placed his hands against Sam’s chest and lifted his hips, setting a tortuously slow rhythm as he rode Sam. His thighs muscles strained as he moved up and down, his fingers tracing the hard lines of Sam’s pecs and abs.

Kurt’s mouth had fallen open and he was breathing unevenly as he watched. Blaine’s movement was hypnotizing, the sight of Sam’s cock sliding in and out of him intoxicatingly sinful. Their bodies were backlit by the fire as Sam’s head fell back in bliss. Kurt’s hips made small, pointless thrusts as he sought any sort of relief for his aching arousal.

After what felt like ages, Sam could no longer take Blaine’s slow pace. He reached up to grip Blaine’s hips, his fingers digging into flesh, and began thrusting up into him. Blaine gasped at the abrupt change in speed but took it well, surrendering himself to Sam’s control. Each thrust shook his body until Sam’s hips stuttered and he stilled as he came, his hands loosening from Blaine.

Blaine took a moment to catch his breath and then pulled off, disentangling his body from Sam’s. He pressed a kiss to Sam’s shoulder and ran a hand through his his hair. Then, finally, he moved across the short but impossibly frustrating distance that separated him from Kurt.

“How was that?” he asked Kurt, just a smidge cheeky.

“Please let me touch you now,” Kurt begged. The building anticipation had been just as much of a turn-on as he’d expected, but that meant he was desperate for attention now.

Blaine complied, kneeling behind Kurt to undo his bonds. “The best part of Christmas,” Blaine whispered as he untied the tinsel, “is opening presents.”

As soon as Kurt’s wrists were free he surged towards Blaine, cupping his face and kissing him with a force that pushed him backwards. As Blaine was pressed onto the rug, Kurt aligned their hips to relieve the tension in his groin.

Their passionate embrace was interrupted when they heard Sam speak.

“Hey,” he started, and took pauses between his words to breathe. “You can - fuck me - if you want.”

Kurt felt a thrill sizzle through his veins at the thought - he was so hard, and the idea of being inside Sam was excruciatingly tempting.  “But Blaine - “

“Yeah, yeah.” Sam rolled onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow. “We can take care of him, too.”

.

Sam’s knees and palms sunk into the velvety throw blanket that Blaine had grabbed from the couch as Kurt pounded into him. It had been a long time since he’d been fucked - not having been with any men since he moved out of the loft in New York - and the intensity of the sensation felt like sating a thirst he’d forgotten he had. Kurt’s fingers had been as talented as ever, and now each thrust of his hips sent a shockwave through Sam’s body.

Despite the overwhelm of it, he tried to maintain focus on the other task he’d taken on. Blaine knelt before him, his elbows resting on the couch and his cock heavy and full in front of Sam’s face. Blaine had given him an incredible orgasm, and he wanted to return the favor.

Somewhat clumsily - as his hands were busy holding him up - he tongued at the head of Blaine’s cock before closing his lips around it. He stretched his neck so that he could take more of Blaine, and hollowed his cheeks.

Blaine gave a low grunt of pleasure, and apparently that did something for Kurt, too, as he slammed into Sam’s ass with increased vigor. Sam tried to bob his head, to take Blaine deeper and find some kind of rhythm, but it was all too much - the feeling of Kurt pumping in and out of him, trying to keep his throat slack and not gag, maintaining his balance in this position.

He pulled off of Blaine and looked up at him. Blaine’s pupils were wide, his hair curling with sweat. He reached over and held Sam’s jaw, his thumb stroking Sam’s bottom lip. “You okay?”

“I just - “ Sam said, and then swallowed. Kurt’s fucking had slowed, and the drag of his cock was so amazing and so distracting. “Could you - take control?”

Blaine’s eyebrows rose, but he nodded. “If you want.”

“Not rough, but - yeah.” Sam told him.

Blaine lifted his other hand to cradle Sam’s head securely. “Hit my leg if you need me to stop,” he said.

Sam nodded, and he opened his lips. Blaine pushed in and began to shallowly fuck his mouth, and Sam relaxed, losing himself completely to sensation. He was rocked by the movement of both Kurt and Blaine, and there wasn’t a nerve in his body that wasn’t on fire. He didn’t feel like a person so much as a vessel for pleasure. It was something debauched in a way he couldn’t imagine doing with anyone he didn’t trust implicitly. 

Blaine kept his promise not to get rough, never giving more than exactly what Sam could take, but before long his movements grew more erratic. The coordination that he and Kurt had built faltered as Blaine raced closer to the edge, his cock sliding between Sam’s spit-slick lips until he was coming down his throat. 

Blaine pulled away and leaned back against the couch, leaving Sam with an aching jaw and a bitter aftertaste. Sam shifted down onto his elbows, and the new angle of his body as Kurt thrust into him sent sparks up his spine and blood rushing back to his cock. It was like all the pleasure he’d tried to give was being returned to him tenfold - it felt beyond his physical body, as though he’d reached some new plane of divine stimulation. Kurt hammered into him relentlessly, and Sam reached down to fist his own dick, the roughness and tightness of his hand giving him just the friction he needed until his euphoria burst and he came, splattering onto the blanket beneath him.

Kurt gasped as Sam tightened around him, and his own orgasm followed. He rocked their bodies together a few last times, letting out heavy, gratified breaths against Sam’s back before pulling out.

Sated and sweaty and sore, they all collapsed onto the rug. The light in the room flickered unevenly from the fireplace, supplemented by the glow of the Christmas tree. The stereo played on in the background, Andy Williams’ voice proclaiming it the Most Wonderful Time of the Year. The room smelled of peppermint and chocolate and sex.

Kurt let out a long sigh, shifting so he could rest his head against Sam’s shoulder. “Merry fucking Christmas.”

They all laughed, exhausted and giddy. Blaine curled up against Sam’s other side. “And here’s to many more,” he whispered, and Sam couldn’t help but grin at the thought.

It was late, and they would need to clean up - he hoped he hadn’t ruined that throw blanket, it was really nice. He should also probably drink some water to avoid a major hangover the next morning.

But for the moment, there was nothing he wanted to do more than lay heavy-boned in the close comfort of his friends and lovers, savoring the brief time that they had together over the holidays. Cuddling together in front of the fireplace, heartbeats echoing through their bodies, he was grateful for the warmth and light they could share during the darkest, coldest time of year.

[1908jmd]

Hey kublammies - next part of the love fest is here.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40541796

[gleekto]

Fic: Cupid In A Bottle

Summary: During Spin the Bottle at The Rachel Berry Trainwreck House Party Extravaganza, Sam’s spin lands on Kurt...and then on Blaine. Kurt thinks it’s a pretty evil trick that cupid is playing.

Canon compliant up to the party...Then a different ‘There you are...’

Kurt POV, then Blaine POV

Words: 2008

Cupid In A Bottle

“Ummmm.” Sam looks down sheepishly at the green glass Perrier bottle that has unambiguously stopped to point at him.

“Ummm,” Kurt mirrors back, cheeks pinkening as he sighs and starts with the inevitable, “You don’t have to,” and “I’m sure Rachel beside me has been waiting for the bottle to land on her.” 

It’s not that he doesn’t want to kiss Sam. Sam is a hot guy, a nice guy, and his friend. But he’s let go of the idea that Sam might play for his team (strike out) and has committed his valiant if unsuccessful efforts elsewhere. So if the bottle wants to play cupid tonight, its efforts would be better used on Blaine. 

So why put Sam through this when there’s - 

“No dude. It’s cool. I’m kind of curious, anyways,” Sam shrugs. “Just don’t think that it means I’m-”

“Yes, Sam. We all know you’re not gay,” Santana rolls her eyes and adds, “Well, I sure do,” and winks to make sure she’s being understood. Kurt is tempted to add that Yes, Santana, we all know you’ve slept with Sam, when she adds. “So get on with it, already. This is getting boring.”

So apparently this is happening. Kurt hears Blaine, sitting on his other side, breathe in as Sam approaches Kurt. Blaine whispers, “Oh my god, Kurt,” as Sam leans over and yup, kisses him. 

Sam has big lips - everyone knows that. And he must actually be curious because he doesn’t just plant a mandatory peck on Kurt’s mouth and back quickly away. Instead he lets his lips linger and soften and pull at Kurt’s top lip before letting go. Oh man.

“That was cool, dude!” Kurt is a bit dazed but he thinks he hears Sam utter some positive affirmation as he moves to sit back in his seat.  “Still prefer the chicks, though.” And the room groans around him as Kurt crawls into the middle, lips tingling and adrenaline buzzing. He kissed a boy. And he liked it. Even though he didn’t really want to kiss Sam. It was cool...dude.

Mercifully or mercilessly, Kurt’s bottle lands on Brittany and it’s over before he even thinks about it. Brittany then kisses Santana who somehow gets the bottle to stop on Sam again, determined to show the rest of them how it’s done. Puck and Finn ‘woop’ and Mercedes rolls her eyes at the over the top make out display. 

“I thought it was hotter when he kissed you, frankly.” Kurt turns sharply to Blaine whispering in his ear and it makes him hot all over. Kurt huffs. Blaine knows he has a crush on him. He knows.

“I guess that makes you gay, Blaine.” Sarcasm is the best defense.

“Did it-,” Blaine tries, “Did it, you know, feel nice?” Blaine looks at him - earnestly curious  - but also, something that turns his eyes darker. Alcohol, Kurt reminds himself.

“I guess,” Kurt tries for non-chalance and a beat goes by as Sam crawls back into the middle of the circle. But they’ve always been honest with each other, he’s his only gay friend, and why shouldn’t he tell the truth. So Kurt turns to him, “Yeah, actually,” and a smile involuntarily spreads across his face. “It felt really nice. Stubble,” Kurt giggles and whispers into Blaine’s ear and Blaine matches his smile but there’s a flash of what Kurt instinctively feels is jealousy. About Sam? Blaine barely knows him. Though he is hot.

You have got to be kidding me. Kurt’s jaw drops as Sam’s bottle spin stops right by him again. Only this time it is clearly not pointing at him but at his neighbour. Blaine. 

“I guess you’ll be able  to judge for yourself,” Kurt manages before turning to look at Rachel. Or Santana. Or literally anywhere but where Sam is kissing Blaine. He’s hot all over. And he is definitely raging with jealousy. You struck out, cupid.

“Oh my god, that’s hot,” Santana howls from across the circle and Kurt can’t resist despite himself. He looks. Like with him, Sam’s lips are pressed firmly to Blaine’s, Sam’s hand around Blaine’s neck. Blaine’s eyes are closed and he thinks he hears a little hum. Kurt is biting his lower lip hard enough to almost draw blood when Blaine’s eyes open and stare directly at him. Sam is still there, pressed to his mouth but Blaine’s eyes don’t move. It feels like a challenge. 

And then Sam pops up, claps his hands, high fives Blaine and sits back down. Blaine kisses Rachel and the game wraps up when the two of them can’t resist  singing a duet. Of course. While the music is blaring and Blaine is bopping on Rachel’s make shift stage, Kurt lies down on the floor and closes his eyes, images of Sam kissing him, Sam kissing Blaine, and Blaine’s eyes boring through him making him feel drunk like the rest of them.

...

“So?” Kurt knocks into Blaine’s shoulder as he plops down beside him on the couch as Blaine hands him a coke, performance itch sufficiently scratched for the evening. Blaine looks at him blankly. “Come on, Blaine.” More confusion. “Are you going to make me spell it out for you? Sam? The kiss?”

Blaine nods and smiles sheepishly. “You kissed him too. You know.”

“Know what? How Sam kisses?”

“Yeah,” Blaine nods. “You know, it’s good.” 

Well, this is turning out to be very unexciting. What is even the point of a gay friend whom you can’t have except for as a friend who won’t even talk to you about the obvious. It’s probably no big deal to Blaine, anyways. One of his many. “Doesn’t measure up to your others, Mr. Casanova?” The sarcasm drips out of him. It’s like his porcupine quills. 

“What? No.” Blaine looks confused. “You know I’ve never been with anyone, Kurt.” No, he didn’t. 

“Not even a hook up?”

“With all the hot teenaged gay boys hanging around Dalton?” Blaine waves his hand dismissively. Kurt closes his eyes, willing them not to give his heart away. 

“Yeah. Guess not.” Kurt says flatly and walks over to refill his coke.

...

Blaine feels the absence of warm, too close Kurt as he watches him walk over to the drinks. Blaine had just brought him a drink. Why did he leave just when they were starting to talk about things? The truth is that kissing Sam was nice, but not that nice. He was about to tell Kurt that he imagines it might be more exciting to kiss a gay guy when Kurt mistakenly took him for a casanova? Kurt witnessed his great failure of a Gap Attack. What gay guys does Kurt think he even has access to at Dalton?

Oh. Ohhhh. Oh shit. Blaine has been told that he can sometimes be clueless. Like accidentally saying literally the opposite of what he wanted to say. Kurt must want to kill him.

He’s been thinking about it since Valentine’s Day. I mean - who wouldn’t? Kurt actually is gay, and smart, and cute, but also his best friend. And he was sticking to his guns not to screw things up between them. Until about ten minutes ago - when literally every permutation of the New Directions were hooking up with each other, he’s had a beer, and he watched Kurt kiss Sam. Not him. Sam. And he couldn’t take his eyes off of the way Kurt’s chin jutted out and Kurt’s cheeks got pink and hot and he felt like he wanted to touch the heat. Then it was his turn and Sam was hot and willing and kissing back (at least for the requisite 10 seconds) but all he could think about, even after that kiss, was why am I sitting with this ridiculous group of drunk people, kissing a straight guy, watching Kurt kiss a straight guy, when Kurt is right here. God, he is clueless.

“Kurt.” Kurt doesn’t turn around. “Kurt,” Blaine says louder in his ear. Kurt turns now, eyes icy. “Can you come here for a sec?” Blaine motions to the quiet corner under the stairs, away from staring eyes and drinking games. Kurt huffs and follows him.

Kurt crosses his arms, puts his weight on his left hip, and rolls his eyes. And Blaine can’t help it, he laughs at the irony of what is actually happening versus what Kurt thinks is happening. Of course this causes Kurt to pivot on his heel and start walking away but not before he catches him.

Blaine grabs his arm, turns him back around and pulls Kurt as close to him as Kurt will allow. “Don’t go, Kurt. I’m sorry. I think you misunderstood something I said.”

“What that kissing Sam was hot?”

Blaine shakes his head. “It was nice. But Sam is straight, you know?”

“Yeah, I know. Though sometimes I think you forget.”

“That Sam is straight?”

“No. That I’m gay.”

“That’s what I think you misunderstood.”

“Oh I understood. You made it perfectly clear on Valentine’s Day-” 

“I was wrong.” Blaine cuts Kurt off and reaches for him, using Kurt’s momentary surprise to take a deep breath and just go for it. Blaine shivers as he kisses Kurt with all the built up feelings let out of the bottle Blaine closed so tightly months ago. He thinks he hears Kurt mumble something like oompf and tense up but Blaine kisses him softly and openly, like Sam did, and the tension fades and then Kurt is kissing him too. Blaine puts the palm of his hand on the pink of Kurt’s cheek. Kurt mirrors him. They’re kissing. Really kissing. And he doesn’t want this to end after the requisite ten seconds so he tries to make Kurt want to stay. By putting his tongue, slowly and teasingly, into Kurt’s mouth. It feels so soft, and good, and tastes like a mint coke - 

Kurt pulls away. Shit. Blaine looks down and shudders. “That was too much, wasn’t it?”

“No,” Kurt says quickly. Blaine looks up and Kurt looks so hot. In both ways. And stunned. I just-”

“It’s just that you told me you liked me- You do still like me, right? I mean I hope-”

“Yes, Blaine. I still like you. But you just told me that I don’t even register as a gay guy at Dalton fit for-”

“That’s what I think you misunderstood,” Blaine blushes and he feels like they must match perfectly. “I haven’t kissed anyone before, Kurt. This is Lima. And Dalton. And there aren’t people for us to “hook up with” everywhere,” Blaine reminds. “And I guess I was waiting for a little romance? Not a hook up. Not a drinking game with a straight guy. Even a hot one.”

“So why now?” Kurt is still suspicious as he touches his own lips and Blaine can’t resist. He puts his hand over top of Kurt’s and traces them with him. It’s romantic. And hot.

“Other than just having the clueless knocked out of me?”

“Yes. What exactly knocked the clueless out of you at Rachel Berry’s drunken New Directions party?”

“You’re going to laugh.” Blaine can’t really believe it himself.

“Try me.”

“You’re going to think I’m shallow.”

“I doubt that.”

“When you kissed Sam,” Blaine pauses and chuckles at himself,  “I was jealous.”

“Me too. I mean when you kissed him. Obviously.” Kurt is shaking his head.

“I’d never kissed anyone before,” Blaine reiterates.

“Me neither. At least not one that counted.”

“Does Sam count?” Blaine flirts as he steps back into Kurt’s orbit, bodies close enough to alternate legs, arms on each other’s arms.

“I’m not sure,” Kurt says. “He wasn’t bad. I’m just not sure if it counts as a real kiss.” Blaine may be clueless but he’s pretty sure that Kurt is being coy. It’s new. He likes it.

“So what counts as a real kiss?” Blaine asks, inches from where he wants to be kissing Kurt again.

There is an awkward pause in the conversation as Kurt bites his lower lip, looking like he’s trying to find the right words. Blaine waits.

“Put your tongue back in my mouth, and I’ll show you.” 

Blaine doesn’t need to be asked again.

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(anon) glee confessions

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SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO KNOW.