I’m a mix of this:
We are going to meet one day, Andrea.
Andrea just wrote some heartbreaking angst in my inbox.
DAMN IT, ANDREA, GIVE ME A WARNING BEFORE YOU SPRING THAT ON ME.
Summary: Blaine has an exhibitionism kink, that Kurt’s happy to indulge in a school bathroom.
Warnings: Top!Kurt, barebacking, public!sex
Notes: For Sara’s birthday. Which was yesterday, but whatever.
Usually Blaine managed to get through a whole day of school without wanting to rip Kurt’s clothes off.
It took a lot of self-restraint on his part – he had to make sure not to look at Kurt when he was bending over (because holyshit that ass is too perfect to be real) or when he was cleaning up after a slushie facial because the liquid would seep into his shirt and make it go see-through and the cold would make his nipples harden and stick out against the wet fabric until Blaine wanted to do nothing more than ride him in whatever disgustingly dirty public bathroom they were in.
Blaine had a lot fantasies about that. Although they weren’t always in bathrooms, sometimes they wound up in unlocked classrooms or even the empty school hallways, but whatever the daydream, they were always in public with the risk of being caught at any moment.
But he didn’t let himself get lost in them very often, because Blaine was, by now, extremely practised in the art of not leering at his boyfriend.
That was until Kurt decided it was the appropriate temperature to bring out his ‘summer collection’, and strolled into school one morning wearing incredibly thin leggings and a top that Blaine swore he was transparent, with short sleeves to expose the subtly-toned, milky white skin of his arms, driving Blaine crazy throughout the whole of the school day
And then he had to bend over in front of his locker a few seconds before Glee so Blaine popped the most inappropriately timed boner yet.
Damn it, by the end of the hour, Blaine Anderson will have wooed Kurt Hummel sufficiently to be fucked somewhere in school because there was no way he could last any longer.
“Hello, darling,” Kurt said as he straightened up, “are you done with your leering or would you like me to bend over again?”
Blaine made sure that he raked his eyes along the contours of Kurt’s body obviously enough for the other boy to notice, enjoying the way he preened under the attention.
“Blaine, stop eye-fucking your man and get to Glee,” Santana said as she and Brittany walked past, their fingers entwined.
Kurt didn’t bother hiding his smug smile as Blaine hastily rearranged his books so they were casually covering his hard on (because Blaine had had to deal with Finn attempting to be a protective older brother before and it hadn’t been pretty) as they followed the two girls down the hall to the choir room, where Rachel’s voice could already be heard above the general clamour. Blaine made sure to lead Kurt to seats in the back corner, shifting his chair to the left slightly so he could press their thighs together.
“Okay, guys, settle down. Rachel, be quiet for a second. So, we know that there are four weeks until Sectionals and we need to buckle down and work on our set lists…”
Blaine stopped listening to Mr. Schue as he leaned over to rest his head on Kurt’s shoulder so he could whisper into his ear without being overheard by the rest of the group.
“I should tell you that if the rest of your summer wardrobe is so revealing, I’m going to have to start wearing cock rings to school to keep my boners under control.”
Kurt flushed, but his voice was steady as he whispered back, “Honey, this is the transition from spring to summer. The shorts just keep getting shorter.”
It was so not the time to start thinking about Kurt in hot pants, because if someone decided now was the perfect time to break out into an impromptu song, Blaine would be forced to perform with a painfully visible erection straining against the front of his jeans.
“Kurt, you have no idea how much I want to blow you right now.”
Kurt’s eyes slowly drifted down to Blaine’s lap. “I think I do…”
The hand – that had been previously resting on Blaine’s arm – trailed down slowly until it hovered just over the bulge in his pants. Kurt glanced around the room, checking that everybody’s attention was elsewhere, before slowly rubbing his hand up and down and giving Blaine the friction that he’d been wanting all day.
But it wasn’t enough; Blaine wanted Kurt’s cock (or at least his fingers) buried in his ass, rubbing against his prostate and filling him up until he could barely breathe from the pleasure.
God, he needed that now.
“Mr. Schue, Kurt’s feeling ill, I’m going to take him to the nurse,” Blaine said quickly as he hauled Kurt to his feet, practically dragging him out of the choir room before the teacher had a chance to ask any more question.
They ended up in the first bathroom they came across, Kurt pressing himself against Blaine’s back as whispered into his ear, “Someone’s horny today.”
Blaine groaned, turning to grab a fistful of Kurt’s shirt to pull him down so their lips could meet, both of their mouths opening simultaneously to allow the other one access.
“You can’t turn up at school wearing these,” Blaine pulled the elastic waistband of Kurt’s leggings, allowing them to snap back against his hip, “and expect me not to react.”
Kurt grinned. “I know, why else would I pull out my summer clothes in May? I got tired of ignoring your blatantly obvious stares.”
“Tease,” Blaine growled before reattaching their lips, his eyes falling shut as Kurt took charge and slid his tongue in Blaine’s mouth.
“Hmmm,” Kurt hummed happily before pulling back, glancing at the unlocked door. “We should probably go to my car or something, anyone could walk i- oh fuck, Blaine.”
Blaine, eager not to let this end, shoved a hand down Kurt’s leggings to run his hand across Kurt’s erection, smearing the precome over the shaft for lubricant.
“Let’s stay here, baby,” he mumbled as he pressed closed-mouth kisses to the underside of Kurt’s jaw – that had been exposed when Kurt had thrown his head back in wordless pleasure.
“You- shit, Blaine – people could walk in and see…”
Blaine smiled against Kurt’s neck. “Exactly.”
He felt the growl vibrate through Kurt’s throat under his lips before he felt himself being pushed away, and slammed back into a wall, Kurt’s fingers gripping into his shoulders so hard Blaine knew there were going to be bruises.
“You’re such a kinky bastard,” he gasped before all but ripping Blaine’s top from his chest. “I’m going to fuck you in here – just like you wanted, and let me hear you Blaine, because if we’re going to do this, I want people to know that we’re doing it.”
Blaine’s breath stuttered as Kurt slowly peeled off his own shirt, letting it drop on top of Blaine’s, before slowly curling his fingers under the waistband of his leggings. He bent over an unnecessary amount as he slid the black material down, slowly freeing his feet before straightening up, his fingers trailing up the sides of his legs – Blaine’s eyes following them and he practically salivated as they reached Kurt’s cock.
“I can’t fuck you if you’re wearing pants,” Kurt pointed out as he brushed his fingertips along the shaft of his own cock. He seemed remarkably unphased by the fact he was standing in the middle of a public bathroom with no clothes on.
That being said, Blaine couldn’t care less that he was just as naked when he unzipped his jeans and struggled out of them, grabbing the bottle of lube he had shoved in his pocket in second period just from this reason.
“Can you fuck me now?” he begged, unbelievably turned on from the way this was working out.
Kurt grinned as he let go of his cock in favour of tugging Blaine towards the sinks lining one wall, kissing him briefly before pushing him roughly so he was bent awkwardly over the porcelain. Blaine didn’t even manage to word the complaint in his mind before he completely forgot about the discomfort because Kurt’s lube covered fingers were brushing against his asshole.
He whined and tried to thrust back because this was what he had been wanting all day- no, all year.
“You’re so needy,” Kurt giggled. “You’re really turned on by this, aren’t you?” He leaned over so he was draped across Blaine’s back, but still didn’t move his fingers. “You love the thought that someone might walk in and see me taking you, me proving that you’re mine.”
“Yes, Kurt, yes. Now please get your fingers in me.”
He moaned embarrassingly loudly as Kurt’s index finger slipped in to the first knuckle, wriggling slightly inside him until it glided in another inch.
It was a testament to how many times the two had had sex that Kurt knew how to crook his finger just so on the first go to brush against that spot inside Blaine that made me writhe and scream, especially as his middle finger pushed through the first ring of muscle and joining the assault on his prostate.
Blaine thought he heard footsteps outside the door, and rocked back more urgently on Kurt’s hand because he was so painfully hard and just need Kurt’s cock deep inside him.
“Fuck me,” he demanded roughly.
“You’re a pushy bottom,” Kurt murmured as he pressed the third finger in, leaving a line of kisses down Blaine’s spine as he continued fingering him.
“Dear fucking god, Hummel, if you don’t get your cock in me I am going to scream.”
Kurt laughed as he pulled his fingers out, replacing them with the head of his cock.
“Oh, honey, you’re going to scream anyway,” he said before bottoming out in one quick, sharp thrust and immediately pulled back and thrust in, his hip bones hitting Blaine’s ass in a relentless pounding motion. Blaine was going to be covered in bruises, not that he could bring himself to care.
Blaine’s fingers curled around the corners of the sink as he rested his forehead against the cool tile on the wall, moaning loudly every time Kurt hit his prostate.
Kurt’s grip was suddenly retracted from Blaine’s hips, his thrusts becoming momentarily jerky as Blaine took the opportunity to push himself backwards and impale himself on Kurt’s cock. The whimper that passed through his lips turned into a wordless shout and Kurt’s hand came down on his ass hard, his muscles clenching tight around the cock still buried deep inside him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Kurt was saying behind him, “you’re so fucking tight, Blaine.”
He started thrusting again, deeper and slower as he continued to slap Blaine. He could feel his own skin turning pink quickly and knew that he was going to hurt tomorrow but it would be a good pain – a kind of pain that would remind him of this every time he sat down tomorrow, remind him of the shooting sparks of pleasure every time Kurt bottomed out.
Kurt allowed his free hand to slowly reach around Blaine’s shivering body to jerk Blaine’s dick in time with the thrusts, taking care to swipe his thumb over the head of Blaine’s cock every time he hit his prostate.
Blaine managed to hold out for a grand total of four seconds before he was coming violently over Kurt’s hand (and the underside of the sink), clenching his ass involuntarily and pulling Kurt over the edge too.
“God,” Kurt said as he pulled out. “That was intense.”
He laughed softly and pressed his lips to the bruised skin of Blaine’s ass, still twitching slightly from the aftershocks.
“This really turned you on, didn’t it?”
“Yeah… Can we do it more often?”
Kurt shrugged. “Maybe. Now, let’s get back to Glee Club before our presence is too badly missed.”
Blaine nodded but didn’t moved from the sink until Kurt returned, fully dressed, with Blaine’s clothes gathered in his arms which he helped him into (with only a small bit of teasing).
“Come on,” he said, one arm wrapping around Blaine’s waist. “You actually need to move now.”
“Don’t want to. Sore. Tired.”
Kurt giggled and pulled Blaine to his feet. “You’re never usually this incoherent after sex…”
“You pretty much blew my mind,” Blaine said as he was led to the door
Honey, I was joking.
Except that’s not enough. Atlantic Ocean full of tea amount of love, remember?
I still fangirl over you as well. I’m pretty sure most people do..
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Shut up, you love me.
I love you for your porn.
The rest is debatable.
Rating: NC-17 (duh.)
Summary: Kurt and Blaine go bed shopping and pick out a water bed, much to Burt’s chagrin. They are left alone the afternoon it’s delivered - what happens? (Sex.)
Warnings: Only blowjobs, handjobs and lots of making out. Tame, really.
Guys, this is Andrea.
She’s very possessive.
It’s cool though, I quite like her and am willing to keep her around because she writes me porn.
“They’re good,” Blaine noted as he pushed Kurt backstage, the sounds of the Warblers drifting from the stage.
Kurt snorted. “You’ll probably beat them. I mean, if I was on stage that you would definitely beat them, but I guess you’ll have to make do without me.”
Blaine tore his eyes away from the show choir on stage, smiling slightly down at Kurt. “It won’t be as fun performing without you.”
Kurt rolled his eyes. “Stop with the sappiness, Anderson, you’ve never even performed with me before. Besides, you’ve got a solo so I’m pretty sure it’ll be fun for you.”
Blaine’s reply was cut off by the raucous applause from the audience as the Warblers finished, bowed and started walking off stage. Kurt stiffened as he caught sight of Wes and David – who were both glaring at him as they made their way over to Blaine.
“Hey guys!” Blaine greeted cheerfully (when was the boy ever not cheerful?).
“Hey,” Wes said civilly, his eyes darting down at Kurt every couple of seconds with very obvious suspicion and dislike. “How are you, Blaine?”
“Good. Really nervous for the competition though. Especially after seeing how good you guys were.”
David, attempting to diffuse the mounting tension between Kurt and Wes, jumped in with, “Yeah. We had to admit to ourselves that Christian was really the only person who could fill your shoes, though it took Wes about a month to say anything but criticisms to him.”
Kurt felt Blaine shift awkwardly behind him. “Yeah… He was good. You, erm, you made a good choice with him.”
“Who’s Christian?” Kurt demanded, tired of being left out of the conversation even though the intense hatred in Wes’ eyes seemed to only grow when he opened his mouth.
“Oh… He’s my… ex.”
Kurt tilted his head back so he could stare up at Blaine, who was fidgeting nervously with one of the handles of Kurt’s wheelchair, avoiding eye contact.
“Your ex who beat you up and used you for sex?” Kurt demanded. “That ex?”
Blaine hesitated before nodding.
“And you’re complimenting his singing voice?” He glared at Wes and David. “And you two gave me a whole lecture the first time we met about hurting Blaine and now you’re giving his tormentor the solos? Did it not occur to you what a dickish thing that was to do?”
Wes bristled at the accusation as David took Blaine’s lead and avoided looking at Kurt.
“Kurt, it’s okay, I don’t mind,” Blaine soothed. “It’s… it’s cool.”
“We did ask Blaine about Christian before we even considered letting him sing,” Wes defended. “Unlike you, we actually care about his feelings.”
“Excuse me?” Kurt hissed, wishing that he could get out of the stupid wheelchair and stand at his full height; being talked down to by Wes was humiliating. “You don’t have any idea of what Blaine and I have been through in the past few months and you have no right to accuse me of anything anymore.”
“You broke his heart once, what’s stopping you from doing it again?”
“Wes, shut up,” Blaine snapped suddenly. “How many times do I have to tell you that Kurt’s not like that around me. Can you just grow up and accept our relationship and be happy for me?”
Wes closed his mouth, shooting a Blaine a guilty look. David was the one to mention that they should probably be going for their post-rehearsal discussion; Blaine still hugged both of them goodbye.
Kurt kept silent until Blaine sighed and said, “I’m not going to talk to him or anything, Kurt. I just want to move on with my life.”
“Whatever. Just stay away from him until I’m well enough to beat him up, okay?”
Blaine laughed. “Your romantic gestures astound me. Anyway, I better go to the greenroom to prepare. Do you want to come?”
Kurt shook his head. “I’ll stay here and watch whatever crap is going on next; it’ll be more entertaining than listening to Berry’s monologues.”
Blaine nodded and pushed Kurt slightly closer to the wings so he had a better view before bending over to kiss him gently, pushing Kurt away when he tried to slip his tongue into Blaine’s mouth.
“If I let you continue,” he explained when Kurt glared, “you’ll get carried away and give me a hickey.”
“You look hotter with them,” Kurt shrugged.
Blaine laughed and kissed him again. “I’ll maybe let you give me one later.”
“Oh, you don’t get a choice, Anderson.”
This chapter of HNK is going to be written now. And finished.
bitch you best only be talking about me. No one else is allowed to sex you up.
You’re the coolest person anywhere, any day.
You, my dear, are riduculously cheesy.
And I love you for it
ME AND ANDREA ARE MY OTP TOO. WE HAVE SO MUCH IN COMMON, ANON!
Andrea, we need a ship name now, but I can’t think of any way to mash Charlotte and Andrea together.
Basically, I started reading it when I was kind of new to the world of Klaine fic (I’d only faved about a hundred or so) and then it barged into my life with daily updates of angst, Klaine, smut, fluff, Hogwarts, Neff and Flad and I haven’t been the same since. It is a beautiful piece of art and no matter how many times I read it (I think the total count is 14 at the moment), I will never stop loving it.
Oh my god, marry me already.
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When Kurt woke up, they were still sprawled across the sofa (well, Blaine was sprawled while Kurt lay neatly in the same position he had been placed in due to the fucking casts) but Blaine had shifted slightly while he was sleeping so his head was resting of Kurt’s shoulder as he drooled.
The trouble with being so immobile he couldn’t even reach the remote was that it left Kurt a lot of time to think.
Mostly about Blaine.
It had been a long time since Kurt had cared about anyone as much as he cared about Blaine and, apart from his father, Kurt had never cared about someone who didn’t break his heart.
Kurt wasn’t completely sure if he could stand being hurt that badly again; the last time it had happened was the first (and only) time Kurt had tried hard drugs. Thankfully, he managed to regain enough of his common sense the next day to stop himself doing anything else stupid, but he wasn’t sure what would happen if Blaine broke him.
But there wasn’t any way for him to safeguard against the eventuality of Blaine breaking his heart, apart from leaving him first.
Blaine snorted quietly in his sleep and burrowed his face into Kurt’s shoulder. Kurt rolled his eyes at how touchy the boy was in his sleep, but didn’t shrug him off like he would Finn.
He liked being with Blaine - he liked the talking and laughing and the infrequent yet mind-blowing sex - but at the same time he hated knowing that it couldn’t last, because no one could last when Kurt got involved.
Especially someone like Blaine. Blaine was nothing like him. He was tough, yes, but they were worlds apart.
If not for Glee they would travel in completely different circles. Blaine didn’t party or drink or smoke and he certainly wasn’t one to dive straight into sex if his recent behaviour was any indication.
Kurt sighed, looking over at the other boy and wondering of the only reason this was working at all was the fact that they were only together outside of school at the moment. What would happen in January when Kurt was able to start back for the new term? He didn’t walk down hallways holding someone else’s hand or go on dates or any of that romantic crap. It simply wasn’t his style and Blaine KNEW that.
Sure he might be fine with it now but Kurt was positive he’d eventually grow tired of it and find someone who would do that sort of thing. And by that time, Kurt would be in way too deep.
On the other hand, he’d put up with him so far. He’d called him out a few times but only when Kurt had gone over the top and acted like even more of an ass then usual. And he enjoyed being around Blaine. As much as he hated to admit it, the give and take, the fact that Blaine wouldn’t put up with his shit when he went to far, appealed to him somehow.
He rubbed his eyes and blinked sleepily. He didn’t know what he wanted anymore, but he knew the one thing he didn’t want was to get his heart broken. He’d dealt with that before and he wasn’t about to let himself get in too deep again only to get hurt.
Blaine shifted, groaning faintly and yawning as his eyes cracked open. He blinked blearily and smiled as he realised Kurt was watching him.
“Creep,” he mumbled, sitting up and stretching, making a sound of satisfaction as his back cracked. He frowned and made a face ad he wiped his hand across his mouth. “Did you get any sleep or have you just been watching me drool on you?”
Kurt forced a laugh. “Well, I didn’t want to disturb you, Sleeping Beauty, and I wasn’t all that tired,” he lied.
Blaine smiled and tilted his head up to kiss him gently. “Well, let me get your pills, okay?” he said, pushing himself to his feet. “You’re already half an hour overdo and that’ll knock you right out.”
Kurt made a noise of assent, admiring Blaine’s ass as he walked out to the kitchen to fetch Kurt’s medication. He returned a minute later with a few pills as a glass of water.
“Here you go,” he said, sitting next to him. “Open up.”
Kurt cocked an eyebrow but opened his mouth so Blaine could drop the pulls in, taking a gulp of water to force them down and pulling a face. “Fucking horse pills,” he mumbled as he felt the pills moving down his esophagus.
“You know they’ll make you feel better though,” Blaine said, setting the glass on the table.
“I’d rather you make you feel better,” Kurt said pointedly.
Blaine chuckled. “Horndog,” he muttered, leaning over to kiss him, tracing his fingers up his side.
Kurt kissed him back hungrily, reaching up to grab his shirt and force him closer, shoving his tongue into his mouth and groaning.
Blaine pulled back, gasping. “Finn’s right there,” he breathed, glancing at where Finn was still sleeping.
“Fuck, Anderson, stop stalling,” Kurt growled. “Give me something already.”
Blaine swallowed, eyes darting anxiously to Finn again. “Just…stay quiet,” he whispered.
Kurt grinned and moved his hand down to cup the front of Blaine’s jeans, earning a faint moan. “It’s not me I’m worried about,” he mumbled.
He rubbed at the growing bulge beneath his fingers, latching his lips onto Blaine’s neck, sucking a purple bruise onto the spot as he unbuttoned Blaine’s jeans and slipped his hand into his boxers.
Blaine whimpered, pushing up into Kurt’s hand and moving his own to grip Kurt’s cock through his sweats.
Internally, Kurt thought it was a little funny what they were doing, jerking each other off like this in Kurt’s living room, but given Kurt’s current state, there wasn’t much else they could do.
“Just wait,” Kurt breathed in Blaine’s ear, working his hand skillfully around Blaine’s cock. “When I can walk again, I’m going to make sure you can’t for a week.”
Blaine let out a strangled laugh. “We’ll see about that,” he choked.
Kurt smirked at how easily he could get him to fall apart, refusing to admit that Blaine was able to affect him just as much.
Blaine turned to catch him in another kiss, teeth clacking together and tongues swirling around each other’s mouth.
Kurt twisted his wrist, rubbing pre-come over the head of Blaine’s cock with him thumb, taking harsh breaths through his nose as he felt his orgasm building inside him. He needed Blaine to come first though, needed to know that he could make him fall apart at the seams.
Blaine’s fingers tightened around his cock, stilling as he came across Kurt’s hand, Kurt swallowing his soft gasps as he shook with his own orgasm a few seconds later.
“Fuck,” Kurt groaned, falling back to his former position, dropping his head back in the cushion and closing his eyes, panting lightly.
“Yeah,” Blaine choked, pulling his hand free and collapsing against Kurt’s shoulder.
“Knew I could get you off first,” Kurt said, smirking.
Blaine rolled his eyes and leaned forward to grab a few napkins off the table, cleaning them both off carefully before zipping up his jeans and resting against Kurt’s side again.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” he said, shaking his head. “Your brother is right there. He could have woken up at any time.”
“Yes, but he didn’t,” Kurt said. “And that was fucking hot. You’re not too bad at that, you know.”
“Oh, you’re too kind. Truly a romantic,” Blaine said sarcastically. “Just don’t think this is a regular thing.”
“What, the handjob or the exhibitionism?” Kurt said curiously.
“Both,” Blaine said, absently tracing His fingertips up and down Kurt’s arm. “I like the pace we’re going and I don’t want to screw this up.”
Kurt frowned. He didn’t know how to respond to that, mostly for the fact that he was afraid of doing just that. Because he screwed everything up eventually. And if he didn’t, there was still the very real possibility of Blaine getting sick of him and breaking his heart if he let himself get too attached.
“You okay?” Blaine said softly.
“Huh?” Kurt said, snapping from his thoughts. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” He coughed. “My meds are kicking in, I think I’m going to get some sleep.”
“Alright,” Blaine said, kissing the side of his neck before standing up. “I’m going to run to the bathroom and then get my homework. But I’ll be here if you need anything, okay?”
Kurt nodded, avoiding his gaze as he left. He shifted into a more comfortable position, wincing at the pain in his leg and arm as he allowed the medication to take effect and carry him to sleep if only to save himself from his own thoughts.
“I had the weirdest dream,” Finn was saying as Kurt gradually pulled himself out of unconsciousness. He kept his eyes closed because that was not a conversation he wanted to get involved with; Blaine could deal with it.
“Oh, really? What, um… what happened?”
Kurt could feel Blaine fidget uncomfortably, knowing that his boyfriend would be trying his best to look as innocent as possible.
“I dunno, I can’t really remember much of it… I think some people were in pain or something, because there was lots of moaning and whimpering and stuff. And then I remember something about someone making sure someone else couldn’t walk.”
“Uh huh,” Blaine mumbled quietly.
Kurt tried to hide his grin by turning his face into Blaine’s chest as he heard Finn push himself to his feet.
“I watched Saw a few night ago, so it was probably, like, nightmares from that. Anyway, dude, I’m going to go upstairs and play a few rounds of Halo.”
“Bastard,” Blaine said as soon as Finn was out of the room, “I know you’re awake and I can’t believe you made me deal with that on my own.”
Kurt burst into laughter as he opened his eyes and pulled his face away. “Like Finn would ever connect the dots and realise what his nightmare actually was. Besides, if he had figured it out, I didn’t want to be awake through the awkwardness.”
Blaine glared at him. “We are not doing anything again while Finn - or anyone, for that matter - is in the room. I’m not into exhibitionism.”
“Really?” Kurt quirked an eyebrow. “Because you seemed pretty into last night. At least, you did when you were coming all over my hands while jerking me off.”
Blaine blushed and didn’t say anything.
“I mean, Finn was sitting only five feet away from us, but you were still moaning like a slut, albeit quietly.”
“Shut up,” Blaine mumbled, his face roughly the same colour as a fire truck. “You were enjoying it just as much as me, Hummel.”
“Never said I wasn’t, I’m just not the one whose sex noises make them sound like they’re in pain according to Finn. Now get me my pills.”
“…You are possibly the bitchiest and bossiest person on this entire planet.”
“Pills, Anderson. Now.”
“What if I say no?”
Kurt glared at Blaine, who relaxed back into the couch cushions defiantly, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn’t move; even under as Kurt gave him the most evil glare he could muster.
“Fine,” Kurt muttered, putting his free hand on the couch to push himself to his feet. He managed to balance on the casts for a moment before Blaine shot up out of his seat and pushed him back down onto the sofa.
“I was joking, Kurt! You can’t just fucking do things like that when you’re meant to be resting, for god’s sake. Are you okay? Is there any pain? Do we need to take you back to the hospital?”
“Blaine, chill, I’m fine.”
It wasn’t totally a lie; there hadn’t been any sudden pain when he had stood up, but the dull ache radiating through his legs reminded him of the reason the doctors had instructed him not to put any weight on his broken bones until they were healed. But Blaine didn’t need to know that, he didn’t want the other boy to treat him like any more of an invalid, it was humiliating enough already to have to rely on other people so heavily. In no way did Kurt understand the concept of dependence.
“I’ll go get your pills,” Blaine said guiltily, walking to the kitchen leaving Kurt alone on the couch, glaring at the cast-covered limbs.
He just had to get through a few more weeks being completely fucking useless, and then would be able to walk again.
The door opened and Kurt turned, expecting to see Blaine return with the pills, but instead was greeted by the sight of his hulking step-brother.
“Hey Kurt!” Finn greeted cheerfully when he saw he was awake. “Did I tell you about my dream?”
Kurt let his head fall back against the sofa cushions with a thump when he realised that he couldn’t walk away from - or punch - Finn like he usually did.