Fic: Fidelity - Chapter 10, part 1

[wowbright]

Fic summary: An unlikely friendship forms among Dave, Blaine and Kurt. AU from 3.05 with canon elements.
Chapter summary: Blaine gets back from Cincinnati, and he and Kurt make up for lost time (i.e. lots of sex ensues). Dave surprises himself. Sugar has her Valentine’s Day party at Breadstix, but other major events from 3.13 “Heart” involving these characters do not happen. 10,345 words.
Notes: Now's a good time to repeat that I ignore 3.14 "On My Way" in this fic. Also, sorry about the double returns in the LJ version of this; LJ didn't like my html and the only workaround is manually reentering 400 paragraph returns. I hope you understand why I'm not going to do that. :).
Warnings: slut-shaming/shame
Pairings in this section: Kurt/Blaine, Dave/OC, and Dave still has his crush on Kurt.
Rating: NC-17

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Chapter 10

Kurt wakes up to find a bottle of ibuprofen and a glass of water next to his bed, and three messages on his phone.

Blaine: Call me when you’re up to it.

Dave: I hope you’re feeling as good today as you did last night.
Dave: P.S. Blaine loved this picture so I thought I’d send it to you.

The photo is from Scandals. Kurt doesn’t often like to look at pictures of himself, but Blaine’s right: this one is good. His face is glowing with soft colored light of the movie screen, and somehow he has a smile on his face even as he sips his Long Island iced tea through a straw. He’s just noticed the camera and is looking at it sidelong in a way that looks like both invitation and challenge. He’s vivacious. He’s radiant.

Looking at the photo, Kurt feels a tenderness toward himself that he doesn’t often experience, like he’s getting a glimpse of himself through Blaine’s eyes. Although, of course, it’s Dave who took the picture.

Kurt doesn’t dwell on what that might mean.

He calls Blaine.

“Hi sweetie. Thanks for taking care of me last night.”

“Dave and Finn did most of the work,” Blaine answers. Kurt can picture him, scrunching his shoulders and looking down at his feet like he often does when Kurt compliments him, as if the joy of being praised were too overwhelming to bear. The image makes Kurt’s stomach flutter in delight.

“You helped,” Kurt says.

“As much as I could,” Blaine says. “How are you feeling?”

“A bit of a headache, but I just took an Advil.” Kurt scoots down to the foot of his bed to peer into his vanity mirror. “I’m a little dark under the eyes and my mouth feels like I was sucking on cotton batting all night, but otherwise … not bad. It’s not like the time I drank two bottles of Chablis and puked on Miss Pillsbury’s shoes. Still don’t think I’ll be making a regular habit of getting snockered, though.”

“No?”

“I kind of … lose my reserve.”

“You don’t think you would have dueted with the drag queen if you’d been sober?”

“Dave told you about that?”

Blaine hums happily. “ Yup. And he sent me pictures.”

“I can only assume I look stunning in them.”

“You do.”

Kurt blushes. He feels almost as giddy as he did last night. “No, I think I would have done that sober. At least, I hope so. But there are other things I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have if I’d, you know, had all my wits about me.” Kurt flops onto his stomach and grabs the corner of the top sheet to twist it around his index finger.

“Like what?”

Kurt bites his lip. “It’s really embarrassing.”

“It can’t be that bad, Kurt. I mean, you didn’t play spin-the-bottle with Rachel and accidentally start making out with her, did you?”

Kurt snorts. “No.”

“Although if you had, and you’d enjoyed it – I wouldn’t judge.”

Kurt covers his face with his hand. “Oh my god. Have you had fantasies about me and Rachel?”

“No-o,” Blaine says in a singsong. “I’ve never thought about you with a girl.” Blaine lowers his voice. “I mean, my fantasies, they’re about – I mean, I like watching you, but mostly they’re about you being turned on, and feeling good, and knowing how hot you are. So they wouldn’t really work with girls, since you’re not turned on by girls.” Blaine pauses. “Wait, are you turned on by girls? We’ve never actually talked about this. I didn’t mean to assume –”

Kurt shakes his head. He has the urge to bury his face in his pillow, but then Blaine wouldn’t be able to hear him. “No. I’m not turned on by girls. I mean, it was nice making out with Brittany that one time, but mostly because I was imagining that she was a boy.”

“Okay. Well, my point is – whatever you did that you think is embarrassing, it’s okay.”

“You don’t even know what I did yet.”

Blaine was silent for a moment. “But I know that I love you. So you don’t need to be afraid to tell me. But you also don’t have to tell me, if you’re not comfortable.”

Kurt bites his lower lip. “No, I want to tell you. I told Dave about –” He lowers his voice. “About my muscle magazines.”

“You did not!” Blaine says in the same tone of voice he had when Kurt told him he was a finalist for NYADA.

“I did. And I also told him –” Kurt closes his eyes. “OhmygodI’msoembarrassed.”

“Kurt, it’s okay.”

Kurt shakes his head. “No it’s not. Because I also told him that, um, that we look at them together sometimes. Which is – I’m sorry, Blaine, I know that’s private, you must think I’m –”

“Hot.”

“What?”

“You’re really hot.”

“Um, that wasn’t the answer I was expecting.”

“Well, it’s the one you get.”

It’s a good answer, but not one that Kurt knows how to respond to, so he abruptly changes the subject to whether he should make crepes or waffles for his family this morning.

Blaine votes for waffles with strawberry-cardamom conserve, then says, “So, does Dave want to borrow it?”

“What? The waffle iron?”

“No, honey. Your vintage muscle magazine collection.”

Kurt turns as red as a jar of strawberry conserve. “Oh my god, Blaine, I didn’t ask him that. He was very gentlemanly and changed the subject.”

Blaine sighs loudly. “That’s too bad.”

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Kurt: Thank you for the photo. Blaine’s right, I look fabulous.

Dave: Hi.

Kurt: Hi.

Dave: How are you feeling?

Kurt: Surprisingly functional. Unlike last night. Sorry about that. You didn’t sign up to babysit.

Dave: It was fine. I had fun.

Kurt: I did, too, thanks to excellent company.
Kurt: Sorry I got kind of personal, though.
Kurt: I shouldn’t have pressured you about dating. It’s not any of my business.

Dave: It’s okay. I just think maybe I’m not ready to date right now.
Dave: I’m not even out.
Dave: I should probably wait until I have more to offer.

Kurt: You have plenty to offer. You’re a tree.
Kurt: But I get what you mean. Waiting can be a good thing.

* * *

Blaine: Happy Valentine’s Day!

Dave: Did you mean to send that to Kurt?

Blaine: No. I’m allowed to wish my best friend a Happy Valentine’s Day, aren’t I?

Dave: I don’t know. Have you found me a hot boyfriend in Cincinnati?

Blaine: No. But I have news that’s almost as good!
Blaine: I’m coming back to Lima today! Shhh. I haven’t told Kurt.
Blaine: I’m going to surprise him at this Valentine’s party the New Directions are having at Breadstix.
Blaine: Want to come?

Dave: I’m not really popular among the New Directions.

Blaine: Well, it’s actually a party for all of McKinley.

Dave: Um, I think that’s even worse.

Blaine: We could do something after? I don’t want you to be all alone on Valentine’s Day. It’s my favorite holiday.

Dave: It’s okay. I’m not really into Valentine’s Day. Anyway, I have a big test tomorrow so I can’t go out tonight.
Dave: Glad you’re coming back though.
Dave: Does that mean we’re on for tutoring on Thursday?

Blaine: YES!!!

* * *

Dave might be into Valentine’s Day if he had someone to celebrate it with, but he doesn’t – and unlike Blaine, he doesn’t think best friends really count. It’s easy enough for Blaine to say because Blaine already has someone to dote on and kiss. If Blaine goes into the drugstore and sees a heart-shaped box of chocolates that he likes, he can buy it because he has someone to give it to.

Dave doesn’t.

And still, he can’t go to the fucking gas station after school without being bombarded by silver cupids, tiny stuffed animals holding red hearts, lilies and roses, mushy greeting cards and gigantic heart-shaped lollipops. He stops to the supermarket to see what they have in terms of “Welcome back and glad you have both eyes” balloons for Blaine, but of course the balloons are in the floral section, and Dave gets sidelined by the flowers. He stands in front of the tulips for way longer than a sane person should, considering the different colors – purple for royalty, yellow for hopeless love, variegated for enchanting eyes – and feels like the worst best bro-friend ever, because every single one of them reminds him of Kurt.

Dave buys a box of chocolates, goes home, and bites into each of them until he finds one with butterscotch filling. He throws the rest into the trash.

* * *

After “Love Shack,” Kurt steals Blaine’s hat and leads a chase through the restaurant and kitchen and parking lot, and it doesn’t end until Blaine’s lying down on the far back seat of the Navigator and Kurt’s kneeling on the floor next to him, pressing kisses to his belly through the white fabric of his shirt.

“Kurt, it’s kind of cold in here,” Blaine says, but it’s a weak protest because he’s also lifting his hips off the seat to make it easier for Kurt to pull his pants down.

“Won’t be for long,” Kurt says, tugging the waist of Blaine’s briefs down beneath his balls. “God, you’re gorgeous. It’s been way too long since I’ve had you in my mouth.”

Blaine starts to let out a scandalized, “Kur–” but it’s interrupted by the overwhelming sensation of Kurt’s tongue teasing at the tip of his cock. Yes, it’s been way too long. Kurt is absolutely right, and his judgment should never be questioned.

And it’s only fair that, after he comes, Blaine evens the score by taking Kurt’s cock into his own mouth. He’s missed this: Kurt filling him, making every nerve in his tongue and cheeks and the roof of his mouth sing at the contact. He opens his throat and sinks further over Kurt until the finely trimmed thatch of hair around Kurt’s cock kisses the tip of his nose. It's incomprehensible, how good this feels.

Kurt’s so close already. He murmurs Blaine’s name over and over, cants his hips and holds onto the back of Blaine’s head and fucks fast and needy into Blaine's mouth and Blaine takes it and tries to take more and keeps taking until Kurt pulses hot into his throat with a stifled cry.

“Oh my god, Blaine,” Kurt mutters when he catches his breath.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, dear,” Blaine says, curling his head in Kurt’s lap.

Kurt strokes Blaine’s hair, smoothing the misplaced strands back into place. “You can say that again.”

Blaine smiles. “Happy Valentine’s Day, dear.”

“Oh my god, you’re such a dork.” Kurt slides down from the seat to squeeze himself next to Blaine on the Navigator’s floor. He kisses Blaine’s cheek. “And I love you so much.”

Blaine rests his head on Kurt’s shoulder and laces their fingers together. “The feeling is mutual.”

“I’m glad.”

“Me, too.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.” Kurt kisses the top of Blaine’s head. “Our first of many.”

* * *

The morning after Blaine gets back, he sees Señor Martinez in the flesh for the first time. It’s just a glance in the hallway as Señor Martinez disappears into the faculty break room, but he recognizes him instantly. The sight of him in his ass-hugging dark blue jeans and burgundy v-neck makes Blaine want to pull Kurt into the janitor’s closet and give him his second blowjob in 12 hours.

Blaine runs to Kurt’s locker, even though it means he won’t have time to drop off his heavy-as-a-backpack-full-of-bricks geometry book before his next class. The sacrifice is worth it, though, because Kurt is there, looking into the mirror on his door and giving his coiffure a quick mist of hairspray.

Kurt’s cheeks turn a little pinker as soon as he sees Blaine, and he smiles coyly. “It’s nice to see you here, stranger.”

Blaine steps as close as Kurt will normally allow in public and takes his hand. “It’s nice to be back.” He leans in closer and whispers into Kurt’s ear, “I just saw Señor Martinez.”

Kurt turns to face Blaine and bats his eyelashes becomingly. “Yes?” he says in a hushed voice. “And what did you think?”

Blaine whispers again into Kurt’s ear, this time so quietly he can barely hear the words himself. “Everything we talked about? I want it twice as much now.”

Kurt squeezes Blaine’s hand as hard as he does sometimes when he’s on the verge of orgasm. “Yeah, but it would get him fired. And I think he might be straight, anyway.”

Blaine shrugs. “A guy can dream. Anyway, it’s fun to think about, even if it could never happen.”

Kurt sucks his lower lip into his mouth. “It certainly is.”

* * *

After glee rehearsal, they go to Blaine’s house. His parents won’t be home for a couple of hours; unlike last night, when the only private space they had was Kurt’s car, they can do anything they want to each other now.

To both their surprise, they don’t say much. They talked about Señor Martinez the whole way over here, but now they’re mostly silent. Kurt peels off Blaine's shirt and pants, then strips off his clothes, eyes locked on Blaine's. They’re both trembling with want; it feels like years since they’ve been completely naked together.

Kurt looks up and down Blaine’s body – at his peaked nipples and the indent of his navel and his proud, flushed cock. The gorgeous reality of Blaine’s body hits him like a shock.

"You're so – " he starts, but the words don't come, so instead he leads Blaine to the bed and begins to cover his body with small, slow kisses. Blaine shivers when Kurt runs the flat of his tongue along the crease of his hip, so he does it again and again until Blaine's gasps crescendo into moans.

"Oh, Kurt, I missed you so much."

Kurt takes Blaine's cock between his lips, sucks slow and lazy for a while before moving down to Blaine's balls, pulling them one at a time into his mouth with a gentle swirl of his tongue. They feel wonderful in his mouth, and like a gift, for Blaine to be trusting him with this most tender part of himself.

Blaine starts to babble, and Kurt would, too, if his mouth weren’t full; Blaine is so hot and lovely like this. Kurt licks and hums as he coaxes Blaine’s legs apart with his hands, dragging his lips down the sultry interior of Blaine thighs toward his tawny pink hole and begins to kiss it – first gently with his lips, then hungrily lapping at the smooth skin with the flat of his tongue, and Blaine rocks against Kurt's mouth and begs for more. So Kurt keeps giving to him: soft dry kisses and slobbery wet licks and everything in between; and Kurt's nose rocks against the soft skin beneath Blaine's balls, rich with the smell of soap and sweat and the faint scent of musk, and when Kurt's eyes open all he sees are Blaine's skin and hair and the bounce of his heavy cock against his stomach.

Kurt sucks on one finger and then slides it into Blaine, quivers himself at the fierceness with which Blaine grasps him.

“Oh, god. Please fuck me, Kurt. I – I need you.” So Kurt does.

It's sweet and hungry and overwhelming, to sink into Blaine like this, to watch Blaine’s eyes go wide with surprised pleasure. “Oh my god, Kurt. I wish – I wish I could tell you how good it feels when you’re – when you’re inside me.”

Kurt kisses Blaine’s plump lips. “That’s okay. You always show me.”

Blaine pulls Kurt's tongue into his mouth and Kurt drags his fingers along Blaine’s cock, and it's like a circuit has closed and the charge is cycling through them, from Kurt's cock through Blaine's hips and up his spine to his mouth and into Kurt, down Kurt's arm and hand and spine and cock and back into Blaine, an infinite circle of yes.

Kurt rocks his hips minutely, a slow sweet dance as he watches Blaine unwind. Blaine’s mouth is hanging open and his eyelashes are fluttering and he makes these sweet, gasping breaths with each of Kurt’s movements, and his cock is almost as satiny smooth against Kurt’s fingers as the inside of him is against Kurt’s sheathed cock.

Blaine angles his hips up, wraps his legs high around Kurt’s back, and pulls him in closer, tighter, and it’s so good and so hot and Kurt feels like he’s going to die a very happy death but instead he moans, desperate and hungry, and starts thrusting hard, and Blaine starts thrusting back and making the sweetest, most wanton sounds.

Kurt can’t stop moving. He wants to feel Blaine come around him and on him, wants Blaine to make that sound he makes when he comes. Blaine is quaking, gasping, his back arching, his moans so shaky they sound close to sobs, and that's the final straw for Kurt, the thing that makes him thrust deeper than he thought possible into Blaine's ass, the thing that makes him come so hard he can no longer see Blaine's face, just a pure shock of white against his eyelids.

Blaine bites into Kurt's shoulder to muffle his gasp. He comes hard around Kurt's cock and spills out over Kurt's hand, and Kurt uses the wetness to stroke Blaine through it, all the while muttering Blaine's name over and over like an invocation.

Kurt feels lost inside Blaine, and it’s the sweetest, sweetest thing.

* * *

It’s not Blaine’s fault that Dave sat alone at home on Valentine’s evening watching The Walking Dead, but Dave is nonetheless annoyed at him. Every text message he sends is just so … happy. Dave imagines it’s because Blaine has been holed up in Kurt’s bedroom ever since he got back from Cincinnati, looking at muscle magazines and doing … well, other stuff.

And maybe Dave’s a little annoyed at Kurt, too, for crossing so many lines he didn’t even mean to cross. He knows it’s not fair to be annoyed with him, that Kurt has no idea how Dave feels; and that Kurt was supremely drunk; and that Kurt apologized; and that, even sober, Kurt thinks he’s a tree– actually, maybe that’s the worst part of all of it. Because, for a moment, Dave felt absolutely loved; but he can never be loved in the way he wants to be.

Still, it’s not the fault of Kurt or Blaine that Dave is ticked off with them both right now. So he tries to do what a friend would do. On the way to Blaine’s house on Thursday, he stops at the supermarket for Blaine’s balloons and a clearance bag of Sweethearts candy.

Dave is going to be an awesome bro-friend if it kills him.

Blaine throws himself around Dave as soon as Dave walks in the door. "Balloons! For me? You’re so sweet. And I missed you so much.”

Dave grudge immediately starts to melt. “I missed you, too, bro.” He pats Blaine softly on the back.

Blaine gives Dave a hearty squeeze before he lets go, stepping back to admire the balloons. “Oh my gosh! You even found one with a math joke on it!” He squeezes Dave’s arm. “I can't believe how much I missed talking with you about geometry. It's pathetic."

"No,” Dave smiles. “You’re finally getting that geometry is awesome.”

To his surprise, Kurt steps out of the kitchen. He hadn’t realized Kurt would be here. “Look, I’m sober!” Kurt says with a flourish and a half curtsy, half bow. He’s as radiant as always, in tight jeans and a gray gingham shirt and the red vest he wore on Saturday. “I can even fasten my own seatbelt if I want to. It’s like a whole new world.” His eyes sparkle as they did on Saturday night.

Dave stares at him. He knows he should say something. So he stammers, “I’m glad to hear that,” and looks down at his feet. Then he remembers he’s still holding the balloons and hands them to Blaine.

Blaine beams. “These are so great. They’re like Aladdin’s magic carpet,” he says, and at first Dave wonders where that came from, but then Blaine starts singing “A whole new world – a dazzling place I never knew. But when I'm way up here, it's crystal clear” from Aladdin and lets the balloons go. They float up to the ceiling, spreading out from the center of the bouquet with light bounces.

“I always thought it would be cool to have a magic carpet,” Dave says.

Kurt looks at the two of them with fondness. Well, no: he looks at Blaine that way, but it lingers long enough when he switches back to Dave that it feels like a little of it is directed at him. Dave starts to blush.

Kurt leads the way into the kitchen; Dave sets the bag of candy hearts next to it. “They were on clearance,” he says, and tries to sound cool about it.

“I love Sweethearts,” says Blaine, diving toward the bag. “They’re like eating clumps of pure sugar.”

Kurt grabs a handful as soon as it’s open. “Sugar is the food of the gods," he says, reading the message on one before popping it into his mouth. He scrunches his eyebrows as he chews. “Or is it cheesecake?”

Blaine grabs a bowl and pours the rest of the Sweethearts into it. “Well, cheesecake couldn’t exist without sugar, so –”

“Sugar wins!” Kurt says. He grabs another heart from the pile in his left hand and reads it, smiling. He looks up at Dave and hands it to him. “This one’s perfect for you, monsieur.”

It says YOU ROCK.

* * *

“Dave seemed pretty happy today,” Blaine says after their friend heads home for the evening. Kurt is still there, helping gather ingredients for dinner.

Kurt kisses Blaine’s cheek. “Of course he was. He was glad to see you.”

“I think he was glad to see you, too.”

Kurt looks studiously at the head of romaine he’s disassembling. “Anyone worth his salt is always happy to see me.”

“That’s true,” Blaine says. “Or maybe he was hoping that you’d brought your collection of vintage muscle mags.”

Kurt swats Blaine’s arm with a lettuce leaf. “I’m pretty sure he wants to forget all about my collection of vintage muscle mags.”

“I hope not.” Blaine smiles. “The world would be such a sad place without them.”

Kurt doesn’t respond, just rolls his eyes.

Blaine sets down the block of parmesan he’s been grating and sidles up to Kurt, wrapping his arms around his waist. “Sometimes I think about you looking at them by yourself when you first got them.”

The rim of Kurt’s ear turns bright red; Blaine nibbles at it. “Do you, now?”

“Uh huh. I think about you staring at all those bodies and all those bulges, and I think about how you probably licked your lips the way you sometimes do when you get turned on, and you wondered what it would feel like to touch all that skin.”

Kurt sets the rest of the lettuce on the counter and wraps his hands around Blaine’s forearms. “Um, that’s pretty accurate,” he says, pressing closer to Blaine and blinking slowly.

“And then you wondered what it would feel like if they touched you.” Blaine kisses Kurt’s neck, runs a hand from Kurt’s belly down over his bulge, strokes it teasingly through the fabric. It’s at that lovely stage between soft and hard; with each stroke Blaine can feel it grow a little fuller.

Kurt slumps his head against Blaine’s as he presses himself into Blaine’s hand. “Also pretty accurate.”

“And then I think you turned off the lights and stripped off your clothes and touched yourself,” Blaine whispers.

Kurt inhales sharply.

“I think you imagined your hands were his hands. I think you did this first –” Blaine strokes his hands over Kurt’s chest, broadly at first, then focusing on Kurt’s nipples, teasing them into hard, tight peaks through the fabric of his shirt. He kisses Kurt’s neck, whispers into his ear, “And then, when you couldn’t stand it, you did this.” Blaine unbuttons Kurt’s fly and reaches into his briefs, circling his upright cock with his hand.

Kurt closes his eyes and shifts his hips slowly, urging his cock through the ring of Blaine’s hand. “That’s … that’s all amazingly accurate considering that you’ve never actually seen me masturbate.”

Blaine kisses the edge of Kurt’s ear. “I’d like to, though.”

Kurt spins around and kisses Blaine hard. “We have at least 20 minutes before either of your parents get home, right?”

Blaine nods.

Kurt grabs Blaine’s hand and drags him toward the stairs. “Good.”

They don’t bother with their shirts when they get to Blaine’s room, just their pants. Kurt presses Blaine up against the closed door and owns his mouth with his tongue, strokes Blaine’s satin-smooth cock as fast Blaine is stroking his. The desire runs through them like a wayward current, and they don’t try to hold it back; it runs through their mouths and their hearts and their hips and soon there is a moan and that sweet swelling pulse and one hand goes slick with come, and then another, and they watch each other’s faces as they work each other through it.

They slump to the floor, Kurt resting his head on Blaine’s shoulder. “I had no idea,” he says with a satisfied sigh.

Blaine nuzzles against the top of Kurt’s head. “No idea what?”

“How much of a voyeur you are.”

“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

Kurt turns his head and bites Blaine playfully on the shoulder. “And I –” he says, then hesitates, burying his face into Blaine’s shoulder. “I had no idea how much that would turn me on.” He looks up and kisses Blaine’s cheek, blinks at him bashfully. “I – I really like it.”

Blaine smiles and squeezes Kurt’s hand (the one that’s not covered in come). “I’m glad. It turns me on to see you turned on.”

“I kind of gathered.” Kurt looks down at their joined hands. "Blaine, can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

Kurt looks into Blaine’s eyes. "Are the fantasies about watching me – is any of it about you not being good enough for me? Because you are. You're so much more than I could ever have hoped for."

Blaine shakes his head. "No. I know there are a lot of things where I worry about not being good enough, but this isn't one of them. When I think about you touching yourself or being with another guy, I just feel happy. Because you're happy and because I get to see your body in a different way than when it's us together.” He squeezes Kurt’s hand. “And it’s just … I don’t know. It’s hot and I get to love you without it being about me."

Kurt kisses Blaine’s forehead. "Because I need you to know that you're so much better than enough."

"You are, too, Kurt."

"I want you to always remember that you matter. You matter so much, Blaine."

Blaine nods. “I know. I always remember that when I’m with you.”

They look at each other for a moment, seeing without needing to say anything. They feel safe, and content.

Then Kurt starts to squirm against the floor. “You really need a more comfortable carpet. It feels awful against my ass and it’s really distracting me from staring at you for the rest of the day.”

Blaine hums. “I suppose we should put our pants back on, anyway. You know – parents.”

Kurt pushes himself up from the floor and pulls Blaine up. “Probably should wash the come off our hands, too.”

Blaine smirks. “It’s such a shame. It would be a lovely souvenir.”

Kurt bursts out laughing.

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