dreamyblaineanderson requested Kurt walking in on Blaine masturbating, an anon requested pre-Klaine with sleep-overs and awkward erections, another anon requested first time anal sex fail, and another anon requested Klaine at Dalton.
So: a hooking up at Dalton PWP. This includes barebacking and consensual semi-somnophilia. Yeah I just kind of needed to write some smut. :)
Embarrassment goes a long way for Kurt when it comes to friends. He replays the conversation that he and Blaine have about sex in his mind probably once every other hour. He feels—ridiculous, and overwhelmed, and he really wishes that the topic had come up in a different way. He could’ve had that talk with any close friend but no, it had to have been Blaine. Gorgeous, confident, experienced Blaine, Blaine who is gay and there and likes him and—
God, some days he just wants to dig a very deep hole, crawl into it, and never come out again.
He never counted on this—issue coming up at Dalton so fast but he supposes that he should have seen it coming; he’s surrounded by guys now all day and night. There’s a constant loop of intimacy and closeness and though it is largely platonic he sees little gestures here and there that let him know that some of the guys are involved. He hears knowing chuckles in regards to couples covering for each other so that they can be together and avoid the room checks. He even walks in on a two boys making out in one of the study rooms once.
Because it’s Early Klaine day and this is basically the reaction GA me had to these dumbasses in “The Substitute.” I s2g, I’d thought they’d hooked up offscreen. 250 words.
It was embarrassing and Kurt had no plans to tell Blaine this ever, but for about the first week or so after meeting him, he thought that they were dating.
In Kurt’s defense, he wasn’t used to Blaine’s general Blaineness yet. He didn’t know that casual touching was par for the course. He wasn’t used to the way Blaine talked—he sprinkled in words like “fret” and “perchance” all the time without even a hint of irony; picked up, no doubt, from all of the nursing home performances he did, and nurtured in the weird wannabe-New-England-boarding-school world that was Dalton. And Blaine was so genuinely enthusiastic about everything. Kurt didn’t know any of that back then, and this was how Blaine responded to him accepting Blaine’s invitation to go out bowling:
Enormous grin. Shoulder squeeze. “Great! It’s a date!”
Kurt was reasonably sure that no one in his position would have assumed that Blaine meant they’d made an appointment.
Kurt finally clued in when Blaine asked him to go to the revival house with him to see a film, because none of his “other friends” cared for the campy classics. Kurt had been mortified, and intensely glad that he hadn’t yet bragged to Mercedes or his dad about having a boyfriend. He’d still gone, of course, because being Blaine’s friend was better than not being his friend, and none of his other friends appreciated the campy classics, either. And he’d still hoped, because Blaine made it feel good to hope.
Rachel Berry owns a sparkly pink dildo. Huh.
Underneath Kurt Hummel’s bed, buried under three different shoe-boxes there’s a scrapbook filled with song lyrics and magazine clippings and poetry, and she knows without being told that the scrapbook is about Blaine. If her eyes get wet, she blames the drug-filled atmosphere of Bushwick.
In the tallest drawer in Rachel’s bedroom, where Santana’s pretty sure Rachel can’t even reach without the use of a step-ladder, Santana finds an engagement ring. She’s pretty sure it’s the one Finn gave her.
Kurt owns like, five skirts.
Actually, that one’s pretty cute. Santana might have to borrow that one…
The thing that actually makes Santana tear up a little is the little altar she finds tucked away in Rachel’s closet—it’s the New Directions, bright and happy and winning, from each of their performances, out of sight and out of mind, but not, perhaps, as far away as Rachel likes to pretend they are.
In Kurt’s closet, Santana finds two rings. One is shaped like a bow-tie and made out of gum-wrappers and seems a little worn.
The other one is very, very real—an man’s engagement ring for a hobbit-sized finger—and very, very dusty, and looks like it hasn’t been touched since October.
She dusts it off for him. The blonde Dr. Who is nice and everything, but she’s smart enough to know it won’t last until Spring, and, well, Blanderson deserves a non-dusty ring, okay?
wumbawoman asked for “the first time they go shopping for sex toys together” and also derekplaysviola asked for sex toy porn, so here you go.
this has: sex toys, prostate play, and bottom!Blaine
Blaine has this tiny, thin black vibrator that lives behind six pairs of socks on the left side of his underwear drawer. Kurt finds it while fishing for a condom one evening. Blaine is in the bathroom, but it’s not as if he’s snooping—he just wants to be absolutely ready when Blaine finishes up.
It surprises him. He knows that Blaine loves to be penetrated, and that Blaine has been into prostate massage for as long as he’s known that he had one and what it could do. But the idea of Blaine alone, warm in bed at night and working this toy inside of himself is—new, a little shocking, and a whole lot sexy.
Kurt wonders if maybe he needs to be a good boyfriend and bring it up. Maybe Blaine wants to use toys in the bedroom and he’s just too shy to mention it.
He waits until Blaine is under him and panting into his kisses, and then he says, “I um, I noticed your—toy when I got the condoms and lube.”
Blaine’s face goes instantly red. “O-oh. Um. Do you think that’s weird?”
Take a Seat & Make a Friend
Blaine stares at the sign, then at the ball-pit With a shrug and a small chuckle, he climbs in. It’s like reverting back to his childhood all over again, something simple and fun and it’s been ages since he’s had that. He leans back with a sigh and finds himself content to just relax here for a little bit.
Until someone else climbs in with him.
He’s gorgeous, this mysterious man. Pale skin, bright eyes and perfectly coiffed hair; Blaine is totally jealous of his outfit but is more focused on not staring too obviously.
The stranger smiles as he too sinks down into the pit and he looks over at Blaine with a friendly, “Hi.”
“Hi. My name’s Blaine.”
“Kurt,” he says, his voice absolutely beautiful and Blaine reaches out to shake his hand. “This is so surreal; is there really a ball-pit in the middle of New York City?”
“This is the coolest thing anyone’s ever done,” Blaine says, laughing. “I swear to God, I feel like a kid again.”
“Me too! This reminds me of weekends with my dad. It’s a nice feeling.”
“Yeah. All I can think of is the time my brother and I went to Chuckie Cheese and he pushed me in one of these because I out sang him at karaoke.”
Kurt giggles and Blaine can’t help but stare a little in awe: it’s not every day a gorgeous man sits next to him in a ball-pit, okay?
“I think these have writing on them,” he says mainly to avoid looking, and he picks a ball at random. “Ooh. Okay: give me three things on your bucket list.”
“Ooh,” Kurt bites his bottom lip and scrunches his nose up, “Um. Become CEO of Logo. Lay a rose on the birthplace of Noel Coward and,” then he flushes a little, “Okay, you can’t make fun of me for this one because I made this bucket list back in high school.”
Blaine raises his hands in defense, “No judgement here, I promise. We’re in a ballpit in the middle of New York and I think people are staring. I am the last person who will judge you.”
“Okay,” Kurt smiles, still red, “Have relations on a dewy meadow of lilac with Taylor Lautner. Before he gets fat! I know it’s stupid but-“
“Actually, no, that’s kind of hot.”
Kurt pauses and raises an eyebrow and it’s Blaine’s turn to flush red.
“No judgement, remember?”
Kurt hides a smile. “Right. But I do think it’s time to climb out of here. We’re attracting a lot of attention.”
“Right. Oh, let me,” he says as Kurt starts to stand and he offers Kurt his hand to help him up.
Kurt stares at it, then looks at Blaine. “T-thank you.”
They climb out of the pit and Blaine smooths down his clothes and he notices Kurt is hesitating.
“So,” Blaine says, “Did you make a friend?”
Kurt quirks his mouth in a smile. “I don’t know, did I?”
“Why don’t you give me your number and find out?”
“Oh smooth,” Kurt teases, but he gestures for Blaine’s phone and maybe on purpose brushes their hands together when Blaine gives it to him. “Call me sometime. We still have to discuss what’s on your bucket list.”
“Well, there’s no Taylor Lautner, I can assure you.”
Kurt swats at him and Blaine grabs his hand and presses a quick kiss on it, winking as Kurt turns red once more.
“It was wonderful to meet you, Kurt.”
“You too,” Kurt breathes. “Why don’t we just forget the calling sometime thing. Want to get a coffee with me right now?”
Blaine beams. “I would love to, actually.”
Anonymous prompted: early Klaine and insecurities.
“What kind of boys do you like?”
It’s not a weird question, but it’s not one that Kurt has given a lot of thought in the past, or even now.
Kurt shrugs. “I don’t really know.” He’s seventeen. He knows he likes boys, but he doesn’t consider himself the kind to have a type. Maybe someday he’ll have a type, but for now he’s charmed by pretty much all of them. (Well, as long as they’re nice.) He likes tall boys, he likes short boys, he likes boys with light hair, dark hair, curly hair… boys in blazers.
Okay, so lately the boys he thinks about lately all seem to look like Blaine. He might be bias, but Blaine is the cutest one he knows.