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Mar 6, 2018

(All I Want to Get is a) Little Bit Closer- Blaintana

Who: Blaine Anderson and Santana Lopez @ladylopz What: Santana and Blaine try getting a little closer, physically When: Thursday, March 1st, 2018 Where: Blaine’s bedroom Notes: NSFW eventually

Truthfully, Santana felt guilty for how much she’d welcomed everyone’s attempts at boosting her already large ego. She was adjusting to the whole thing with Blaine, but they’d agreed to keep things exclusive. After a brief conversation with Pam, Santana headed towards Blaine’s room, her smile fading slightly the closer she got. After a knock, she slowly pushed open the door, popping in with an apologetic look. “Hey,” she greeted quietly, pushing closed the door as she moved closer. “Your mom told me to come on up,” she assured, pulling off her track jacket and laying it in the back of his computer chair. “I think we should talk about what happened earlier in the group chat.”

Blaine had come home and immediately went upstairs, crashing onto his bed and turning on some music and zoning out. He'd heard the doorbell but was sure his mom would get it and he'd be called down if it was someone for him. Not surprisingly he wasn't called. He was surprised though when there was a knock and Santana opened the door. "Of course she would. You know you're always welcome here," Blaine said with as much of a smile as he could manage. He patted the bed beside him. "We don't have to talk if you don't want. I get it. I was being overly sensitive," Blaine said with a shrug, biting on his lip to stop the noticable quiver. The thing was, he knew he was feeling overly sensitive to everything; to everyone. Some days were just harder than others and he hated being made to feel like he was overreacting when he expressed his concerns and worries.

“I’m gonna start taking you up on that,” she assured, her eyes falling on his. “Don’t.” Swallowing hard, Santana ignored the spot to his side and instead chose to lower her petite frame down onto his lap, legs curling around his waist as arms curled around his neck. “I’m not used to this whole exclusive thing and I’m sorry if I made you feel like what we have isn’t important,” she mumbled, fingers playing with his curls lightly. “Believe it or not, but I’m kind of crazy about you, Blaine.” It was hard to admit openly, but she trusted him.

"The always being welcome here part, or the not talking part," Blaine asked, swallowing hard when Santana straddled his lap. She has a way of making him just feel, and feel so much more than he really ever had, words losing all meaning. "I know you're not. And it's not you. I swear," he promised, looking into her dark eyes. "It's the lets be supportive of Quinn because her soulmate isn't a man. And let's pretend someone wasn't gay because his is a woman. Call him hetero and make him feel like less of a person." Blaine turned his head away, "sorry," he mumbled. "I have to stop letting that, him, that, get to me," he admitted softly. "I know you're not used to exclusivity and it would be incredibly hypocritical of me to blast you for it when I'm getting used to the not being gold star gay thing," Blaine chuckled. "I'm pretty crazy about you too, Santana. And I want this to be important. But I don't want to feel like it's something you have to do. I don't want to hold you to something you don't want. I want you to be happy. I want to make you happy." Maybe it was asking too much, too soon.

“Coming here. I know we haven’t talked much about home life, but my dad is kind of an ass. I think I’d be cool if you never had to meet him,” she shrugged, wondering if that was something he’d even want to do. They were a couple, but she couldn’t help but wonder if it were for the right reasons. Still, she wanted to give it a shot, because he was important to her and giving up so soon wasn’t an option. “If you want a new partner,” she paused, eyes dropping from his. “If you want a new partner, then don’t be afraid to ask. If you aren’t going to be happy with this, with us, then don’t force yourself into it.” She felt her grip on him loosen, but it wasn’t anything against him. If he couldn’t be happy, then she wouldn’t force him to stick it out. “Don’t be afraid to drop the ball on me, Anderson. This soulmate thing... it doesn’t have to be something you work at. Not if there’s something you want more,” she assured, head shaking.

"Well my parents are kind of great to tell you the truth, and are thrilled my soulmate is a girl if I'm honest," Blaine admitted. "Not that they weren't accepting but I guess this just feels more traditional to them," the shorter boy shrugged. "I would love to meet your family, but I will leave that up to you as to when. And we can just hang out here all the time if you want. I swear it's cool." Blaine shook his head. "I'm not really a rule breaker, but I had thought for a while that I would fight, if necessary for someone other than who they assigned me if it didn't make sense. while I was surprised by who they assigned me, I'm glad it's you." He put his finger under her chin and tipped her head back up so she could see his eyes, and know he was sincere. "I could have been assigned to anyone really that I didn't feel a connection to. Someone I don't have chemistry with. We both know we have that, in spades. I know I can be happy with you because I am happy. " Blaine licked over his lips. "I don't think either of us wants to be someone's last choice. That is pretty much the crappiest feeling in the world. But I can't lie and say that I didn't think it would be someone else. I won't lie to you Santana. " He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "I want you. What you did earlier in the chat, reminding me that you're here with me, at the end of the day. Just like this. This, us is what I want."

“My parents are excited that I got paired with someone like you. You’re a great guy, and they’re obsessed with the idea of having you over,” she breathed. ”I don’t have the best relationship with either of them. They’re pushy and have all these goals for me that I don’t really agree with. I wish they’d back off a little. I guess I just don’t want them trying to corrupt you or something. You deserve better than being compared to unrealistic goals and expectations. And I really wanna spare you my dad’s sob story on how he made it out of the hood,” she joked, feeling a smile warm back up on her lips. “If you want to meet them, though, I guess we can make it happen. Just bear with me at how many times I roll my eyes and swear under my breath, yeah?” She stared back at his warm hues, her heart beating slightly harder. She adored him and if there was anyone she could potentially see a future with, it was definitely him, despite how unconventional or realistic it had once seemed. “You aren’t my last choice, B. Maybe I didn’t really expect this, but I can understand and appreciate it. We’re both hot and have a lot to bring to the table, so it makes total sense.” The Latina lingered against Blaine’s lips for a moment, her forehead resting against his until she found the strength to pull away. “No matter who hits on me, I’m always going to come back here. I’m not perfect, and I suck at self control, but I’m trying super hard for us.”

"What kinds of expectations do they have of you?" Blaine asked, suddenly very curious as to what the Lopez's wanted of Santana and how they expected him to fit into those expectations. "Well it could be argued that I am easily corruptible by Lopez's...or at least one of them," he winked. "But if we're spending time with your family I promise to hold your hand, give you someone to roll your eyes at and swear at, without judgement, to hug you, and kiss you, if they'll let that, and take your side always." The curly haired Cheerio couldn't help but laugh. "How he got out of the hood huh? Well, it sounds entertaining if nothing else. When taken with a large salt lick." Blaine shook his head. "Okay. I am going to try to remember that. And just, sometimes I'm going to forget and be a little insecure. I've seen how easily it is to just...discard me," he said softly. His eyes raked over her petite frame. "You are hot though, and bring a lot to my table. Or lap, in this case," he teased, wrapping his arms more firmly around her and pulling her closer. I know you are trying. So, when you stumble, I'm going to be there to give you a hand. And if you get lost, I'll come find you."

"My dad wants to see me go to med school or something of the sort. He thinks that because he was brilliant and eager that I should be too. Clearly he doesn't know much about me, because I'd rather cut off my left hand than take a bunch of science courses," she teased, trying to make a joke of the serious topic. Her dad was directing her toward Duke or some other school upstate, but she didn't want that for herself. "Wanky," she smirked, giving his curls a gentle tug. "This is why I think I'm the luckiest person alive to have been matched with you. Gag me for being so gross right now, but you're sort of amazing, Blaine Anderson. Not really sure what I did to deserve someone as pure as you. If I would've guessed," she paused, shaking her head. If she'd had guessed her match, she would've said Puckerman for sure. "Actually, it doesn't matter. What matters is that I got paired with someone equally as sexy as I." Leaning into his touch, Santana relaxed, though he arms tightened around him once more. "I'm not going anywhere, Blaine. I might be horrible at a lot of things, but this isn't going to be one of them."

"So what do you want to do after high school?" Blaine asked. "I mean... we should probably talk about stuff like that right? I don't want to be on opposite coasts or something for four or more years. And I share your dismemberment at the thought of science classes." Blaine groaned as Santana gently tugged on his curls. "You know what that does to me, Momma," he murmured lowly. "I don't know why you think it's so gross. But for the record I like it. And you're pretty amazing too you know. " He down cast his eyes. "It doesn't matter. We were assigned to each other, we get along great, you're sexy as hell, and you've made me feel things no other girl has before. And we have things in common that we can share and have fun with. We've kind of got it made." Blaine nuzzled at her neck with his face. "Oh shush, you're not horrible at anything that matters. And I won't let us be horrible at this."

"Honestly? I have no clue, B. Part of me wants to go to college just for the hell of it. It could end up being a wicked experience, plus it'd get my dad off my back for awhile." She wanted to know about his future plans, because maybe it'd help her shape her own. "No freaking way, dude. If we're gonna do this and make it work, I wanna at least be doing it right." Santana's hips rocked downwards into his lap playfully, her brows shooting upwards in amusement. "Listen, Daddy. I have no idea what you're talking about. Sorry." If there was one thing they had, it was chemistry. She craved every inch of his body, and by the time they reached eighteen, she hoped he'd feel the same way. "We do have it made, 'cause we're total babes." The raven haired female pressed a soft kiss against his temple, her head moving to rest against his. "You're my person, Blaine."

"College would be good, I think my parents expect it of me honestly," Blaine said. "I still want to do something with music. But I don't know about performing. Maybe music therapy or be a music teacher. I don't know if your parents would like the idea of your soulmate being any of those things," he grimaced. "Perfect," Blaine agreed, pressing another kiss to Santana's lips, letting out a soft moan, as his cheeks flushed with color and arousal when she rocked her hips down onto his lap. "Is there anywhere you want to go? I mean apart from the obvious anything but Texas. Cooper lives in LA; I wouldn't mind seeing you in a bikini year round yeah?" He playfully swatted at her ass. "Whatever Momma. You can't fool me. You've got a soft spot in there. Maybe it's just for me, maybe it's not." Blaine reached back, untangling her legs a little and then leaning back onto the bed, pulling Santana with him. "You're mine too Santana."

“Is it what you want? No offense to your amazing and maybe even overly sweet creators, but it should be your choice on what you wanna do longterm.” Her father was just speaking and thinking with his bug doctor pride; he couldn’t have a failure for a daughter. Santana couldn’t help but wonder just what her parents would think of it all. Her father would be slightly disappointed that she hadn’t married another doctor or someone of higher economical standing, but at least it wasn’t a female. “My parents don’t matter in this whole soulmate thing, yeah? They’re not the ones who potentially get to spend the rest of our lives together. If you want to be a teacher, then I’m here for it. Besides, so many wanky ideas just popped into my head.” Lips lingered once more against Blaine’s, except this time before pulling away, she bit down gently on his bottom lip. “LA sounds nice. I’ve always wondered what New York would be like, but I’ll take the beach and your half naked year round over anything.” She did have a soft spot or two, but they weren’t something she paraded around. She followed his flow of movements, finally resting atop him with a lazy look of appreciation. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Anderson.”

"I believe in higher education," Blaine said with a nod. "Maybe it doesn't figure for everyone or even practically but any sort of decent career is going to look for more than just a high school diploma. I have life that I'm used to that is based on educated people. So do you. I think it would be irresponsible of me, for me and for us, to not think about something that at least requires a college education." He just shrugged his shoulders at the mention of New York; it felt like nothing but a silly daydream most days now. "There are good programs there music wise. But more so if I want to be some type of performer. " Another moan, almost a growl escaped as she bit down on his lip, spiking so much want in the boy. Chuckling softly Blaine smiled up at the raven haired girl. "Whatever my girl wants, she can have. I wouldn't mind living near a beach, close enough to visit Cooper but far enough away that he wasn't always letting himself in," he said with a fond roll of his eyes and a shake of his head. "Oh well in that case, have I told you today how beautiful you are." Blaine tucked a stray stand of hair behind her ear as he said those last words, golden eyes just scanning her face with a soft look.

"I think I could stand a few more years of education. Believe it or not, but this girl actually doesn't mind learning when it's not being taught by some middle aged, overweight pushover." She liked to be entertained, and the more captivating her teacher or teacher's methods, the easier it was to retain. "I think whatever we decide to do is going to be just fine. In case you haven't really noticed, I'm not good at taking orders, so my dad's plans for me pretty much make me wanna do the exact opposite. Maybe I'll go to school for psychology or something. I've always been sort of fascinated by the mind." Or the stupidity of some. "Where would you wanna go for musical education? Have you looked at anything?" She trusted that he'd probably done more digging on his future than she had. Truth be told, most of the time she wanted to avoid the whole topic. "I like Cooper. I think your family has incredibly sexy genes." Not that it really mattered what Cooper looked like; that Anderson wasn't hers. "If you're trying to get laid right now, keep it up. It's for sure causing a tingling sensation in my lady parts."

"To use your words, wanky," Blaine grinned. "Let me get a head start on the learning and then you can come be my sexy TA or something." He blinked up at her and shook his head. "Not good at taking orders? Deal breaker. There's the door," he joked, grasp tightening on her to let her know he was teasing. Mostly. "Yeah? I think I could see you rocking the social sciences. Psychology, sociology, why people do shit." His cheeks flushed with color because of course she knew he'd already been looking. " University of Southern California for musical education. Not the easiest to get into though. But there are a lot of other programs all over the state." Blaine laughed. "It's shocking when people say that because Cooper and I look nothing alike. I guess maybe two very different versions of sexy; standard and the compact model." Cheeks flushing with color again, and eyes darkening, he chewed on his bottom lip. "That's a good thing," he whispered.

"It's trademarked, baby boy." She pressed a gentle kiss to his temple, her fingers playing once more with his curls. "We could screw around every now and then when everyone is on break or something. It'd be a game of hide and sex, but then we'd totally deny the rumors because that's what classy people do." Glancing back at the door, the Latina's dark hues rolled. "The only orders I take are when I'm naked. Take it or leave it." Even if it hadn't made too much sense at first, their reasoning for being paired was becoming clearer. They worked well together, despite their differences. "You say it like you don't have a chance of getting in. Between your dedication to the clubs at school and your talent and your grades, they'd be total idiots to pass you up." She could stand behind going to California for college, and she was sure her father would hate it; two for two. "Cooper is an older version of sexy. You're the youthful Anderson who looks like a gentle daddy waiting to find his red room," she shrugged, forehead falling against his. "But sometimes I want to see what it's like when daddy isn't too gentle," she teased, voice barely audible.

"What's yours or mine will be ours," he teased with a laugh. Blaine closed his eyes as Santana's fingers played with his curls; he loved it. "Hide and sex all over campus sounds like a fun time to me." He wanted the raven haired beauty to know he thought about it, about them like that. He was getting there. There was perhaps an unnecessary fear connected to their physical relationship, but Blaine was working on it. "I can get behind that. Although you've probably just set us down the path for naked days; naked weekends," the curly haired boy continued to tease. Cupping her cheek, Blaine pressed a kiss to Santana's lips, licking over them easily before pulling back, sucking her bottom one for a moment. "The school in general has a 17 % admission rate. It might be higher for the music school. But I love your faith in me." Blaine laughed as Santana continued to talk about his and Cooper's sexiness. Tightening his hold on her again, he quickly flipped them over on the bed, so he was now straddling her, taking her arms and pinning them to the bed. "Now what," he asked, although it could be taken as another tease, there was a genuine request. "Should Daddy lock the door and turn on some music?"

"What a thought." She would've never guessed the dedication she had for Blaine and what would eventually be them. Of course, she'd assumed her partner would've meant nothing to her; that she could have easily requested someone else just so she could hoe around and do what she did best, but with her person being Blaine, the thought hadn't even crossed her mind. "There won't be a spot on the campus un-sexed," she assured, thankful he could even potentially see it happening. She was sure it was difficult for him, which meant being sexy meant more now than it ever had. She wanted to please him in all the right ways, she just had to figure it all out. "That's part of it, B. I'm on your team, I have been for awhile, but now it's official." Her lips grazed his jawline, teeth nibbling gently at his delicate skin. A quiet moan of surprise escaped her lips, her back now pressed against the softness of his bed. She allowed him to take control, not daring to fight his movements as she stared up at him with a smirk. Nodding, Santana bit down on her bottom lip, her core practically throbbing with desire. "Please," she finally exhaled, eyes falling closed as she focused on her now heavy breathing.

Blaine stared down at Santana, noticing how she bit down on her lip and he leaned in to kiss it gently when she finally released it. He didn't really want to get off of her, but he did, and made sure the door was completely closed, and locked it, the sound echoing the room that was quiet except for their breathing. Not allowing himself to think to much about it, Blaine pulled his shirt off and over his head tossing it onto the bed before he put on a playlist he'd made especially for them. Their musical compatibility, within the Warblers, within the Cheerios, had been a big reason they;d bonded so quickly and so well Blaine figured. And their sextionals performance, as he liked to call it had been nothing short of musical foreplay. It made him bolder, more brave, when they were together like this. Moving back to the bed, Blaine nudged her legs apart with his knee and settled between her legs. Burying his head into her neck, Blaine kissed along there, sucking lightly not wanting to leave any visible marks. "I need you," he said softly, "to teach me, show me, tell me how to make this good for you. I want to be able to make you fall apart and put you back together."

He was patient and she too owed him that much. It wasn't like he'd been screwing around much before they got together. She, on the other hand, had been around the block far too many times. It was something she'd taken pride in, but now it was different. She wanted to be his and only his for the taking, and she wanted that to be enough. She watched in silence as he stripped out of his shirt, the figure beneath something she'd thirsted over more than once. "Have I ever told you that you're incredibly sexy?" She raised up, pulling off her shirt and tossing it aside; braless beneath. Body arched upwards into his as lips teased her skin. She didn't care if he marked up every inch of her tanned skin, but she knew he wouldn't be so rough. "I want the same," she exhaled, hand curling around his neck to tug him downwards into her lips. The kiss was strong and passionate, and after a few seconds, Santana pulled back. "What do you want to do to me? I want you to have control," she breathed against his lips, making sure to bit down gently on his bottom lip. "I want you to break me," she added, eyes closed.

Blaine felt like he couldn't blush anymore; cheeks red and aflame, but between Santana's bare chest and the fact that she was calling him sexy. He was glad when she pulled him in for a deep kiss though, letting the moment sweep him away. He shuddered at her words; it was such a power trip. "Damn it Santana," he breathed out quietly. "Yes. I want all of that too. I'm just afraid I don't know how." The admission was whisper quiet, embarrassment evident. He didn't want to move from between her legs, the heat and constant press of her body against his welcome, but he propped himself up on one elbow, leaning slightly to the side, allowing his free hand to drag up the side of her body. Blaine watched as his fingers ghosted over the swell of her breast, before cupping it in his hand, feeling it's weight in his palm. The curly haired boy brushed his thumb over her nipple watching as it pebbled and hardened even more than it had from being exposed to the cool air of the room. Lowering his head, Blaine licked over the nub once, twice, then three times, before sucking it into his mouth and giving it a gentle tug with his teeth. Gentle not because he didn't think she could handle it, but because he wasn't sure he could. "Wow," he said pulling away. "Just... wow."

She craved him in ways she’d only ever imagined before. He was chiseled to perfection, his body a wonderland that she wanted to explore. “You’re going to be fine. Just let your body express how you’re feeling.” Fingertips dances across his waistline, his skin warm beneath her touch. Quiet moans escaped her full lips as he worked against her sensitive swollen bundle of nerves. “Don’t be afraid to be rough. I promise you won’t break me.” Hand lowered even further, fingers tracing the bulge in his pants.

"Okay," Blaine breathed with a nod. He could do that. His eyes cast down watching her fingertips dance across his waistline. He wanted her to touch him, definitely. Her moans were like music to his ears and he pressed on. "Even if I do break you, that's what you want isn't it?" Blaine husked. "You want me to break you. Because you trust me to do it." His hand moved back to her breast massaging it as he dipped his head again and paid equal attention to her other breast. He was a little more firm this time, teeth nipping at the skin all around before raking them over the sensitive nipple. "Tell me what you like *Momma," Blaine groaned, as her fingers skated over the bulge in his pants. He bit and nipped, sucking a mark between her breasts, hopefully low enough not to be seen by coach Sue. His hands gripped both breasts now. "Mine," the curly haired boy said firmly, "my girl."

“I need you, Blaine.” She’d never needed anyone in her life, not like she needed him. The entire experience was a time of exploration for the two of them. Sure, she’d slept with plenty of males in her time, but this wasn’t solely about sex. No, this was more than that. Arm hooked around his neck to keep him close, afraid that if she let go for even a second, he’d fade away. “I like when your mouth is on me.” He was attentive to what her body reacted to, her pleasures rising with every flick of his tongue. Free hand snaked beneath his shorts, fingers now grazing his hardened length. “Impressive,” She half moaned, half laughed. “Show me who I belong to.” His dominant role was attractive, far more than she’d anticipated it to be. For once, she wanted submit to his every desire, even if it meant having no control over her own.

“That’s it,” Blaine grinned devilishly at her . “That’s pretty hot you begging for me.” There was a sincerity to his words though. “I like that too. I want to mark you up where no one will see but me,” he admitted, starting a second mark, lower this time. Blaine closed his eyes grunting softly as her fingers wrapped around him, his hips bucking involuntarily to her her touch. “I try,” he laughed. Eyes still closed, he stilled on top of Santana. “Hey... I want you, I want this. I promise.” He opened his eyes, bright ones seeking her darker ones. “But not here, not like this with my parents downstairs.” He needed to come or have a cold shower. Or possibly both. “Fuck.... I’m sorry beautiful.”

She wasn’t used to being the one begging. If anything, people begged for her. “Don’t want people to know the things you’re capable of?” Blaine was classy, something she didn’t know too much about. She took pride in her work, even if others didn’t quite understand. Out of everything she wanted to hear, his next words weren’t it. The Latina pulled back slightly, her hold on him loosening as she relaxed against the bed on her elbows. “This whole good guy thing,” she started, head shaking. “It’s going to take some getting used to. I’m used to screwing around in the most of inconvenient places.” Santana pressed a gentle kiss to his jawline, her forehead falling against his shoulder. “Let me do something for you, yeah?”

“Don’t want Coach Sue riding both of our asses for making you unpresentable or something,” Blaine chuckled. “Everyone else; I’d love them to see. Maybe over the summer or something,” he promised. Blaine kissed Santana deeply. “I’m sure we’ll get to that point; hide and go sex on campus remember? But you’re my soulmate and I want our first time to be more that that. Is that okay?” Holding her close he nodded his head. “I adore you Santana Lopez. Truly. Again I’d say let’s jump in the shower and get each other off, but Mom and Dad will hear that too. Maybe after practice one day next week?” His cheeks were red and warm and he couldn’t look at her and make the next request. Maybe she’d never done it, maybe it had been a while. “Maybe we could just... grind on each other, while we kiss, and ... not stop. “

"As if a few little marks here and there would ruin all this," she waved downwards, very confident in the way she looked. Between track, Cheerios, and the Warblers, she had a lot on her plate... Not to mention the other physical activities she'd gotten way too good at. "Planning ahead of time, yeah?" She'd never seen a future with anyone, let alone someone as kind and Blaine. "Hold up," she mumbled, sliding up on her elbows a little higher as eyes found his. "I'm not used to this. I don't know how to handle the 'let's wait' thing. I'm not good at waiting." Looking downwards, the Latina shook her head, her fingers curling into the sheets between them. "If that's what you wanna do, then we can give it a shot. Won't hurt anything."

"Momma, are you saying you want to go to school tomorrow wearing my marks," Blaine grinned. He nodded his head, biting down on his lip. "That's kind of what I do. I'm sure that it might feel intense and overwhelming sometimes to the person I'm with." Blaine could almost feel his heart breaking as Santana spoke. "You're doing amazing Santana. I know... this is different and new for you too. I see it, and I promise, I hope, it's going to be worth the wait." He licked over his lips. "What would you like do instead?"

"I'd do it daily if you'd let me. Just a reminder for all those who thirst after this ass to know that it's already taken." That, and she wanted to piss off her parents in every way possible. They thought she'd lucked up with a decent angel, and truthfully, she had. He was perfect, and this moment was further proving that. "I wanna try this," she nodded, her leg snaking around his waist to pull him closer into her middle. "Sounds kinky enough," she exhaled against his lips, teeth grazing his bottom lip teasingly.

"Oh honey," Blaine teased, "you shouldn't give me free reign like that. I will make sure everyone knows you are taken." He had guilt for his unresolved feelings and he knew he needed to move on and being like this with Santana, it was so easy to let the rest go and just focus on her; on them. And maybe that was the point of soulmates. Blaine groaned softly as she pulled him in closer to her with her legs. Strong legs from Cheerleading, Warbler dancing, and Track. She was amazingly athletic that way; it left him in awe sometimes. "Yeah, I don't think a lot of people really get that about me. I mean I'm not the kinkiest guy around, but I'm definitely not the vanilla people want to think I am. But I'm also okay with that being something just shared with... the people I've been with. " His hands came up to cup her breasts again as her teeth grazed his bottom lip. "I really like your boobs," Blaine admitted, cheeks incredibly red. "I mean, they're pretty perfect hand holds. And you're so sensitive there. "

"I want it," she assured, a genuine smile on her face. This was weird, but the good kind of weird that one could potentially get used to. She'd never cared about being wanted for more than one night at a time, but with Blaine, it needed to be inevitable and forever. If there was one thing she could pride herself on other than her boobs, ass..... smile.... all that jazz, it was her legs. She was short, sure, but she was toned. "I'm experienced... highly, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that, with you," she paused, voice growing quieter, "with you, it's different. I actually like the way you've made me feel and we haven't screwed yet. It's different, but it's good." Santana's cheeks burned red, her admiration growing at how much he'd already learned in the short period of time. "Someone's paying attention. I like that."

"I can do that,"Blaine nodded, mirroring her smile. "It doesn't matter," he agreed. His finger tipped her chin up as she grew quiet. "I'm going to treat you like the Queen you are Santana Lopez. Always." He sucked in a breath. "I don't want to just screw you Santana. That's not my style." He circled his hips against hers, leaning down to nuzzle at her neck, teeth grazing along her pulse point. "You're the first girl to ever make me hard like this," Blaine whispered. "And I don't care if you're the only."

“Seems like you can do a lot of things,” she said innocently, feeling more pure in his presence than she’d ever felt in her entire life. He was simply amazing, that was all. “Does that make you my King? Kind of crazy, but acceptable,” she grinned, pressing a quick teasing kiss to his lips. She already knew his intentions were golden, just like everything else about him. “I’m incredibly selfish, so same.” Hips rolled upwards, her lips parting slightly to release a muffled moan against his cheek.

“I want to be able to do everything for you Momma. I don’t want to disappoint you ever,” Blaine said as his lips continued to suck a mark on her neck. He alternated biting lightly at the area, and laving it with his tongue before sucking the area into his mouth. “I’ll be your King,” he murmured, pulling away to look up at her smiling as she kissed him. He moved his hands to her hips, gripping her roughly and keeping her exactly where he needed her to be as his hips continued to roll against hers. She felt so perfect under him. Blaine leaned down capturing her lips in a desperate kiss. One hand let go of her hips to bring one of hers to his ass. “This is all yours now. Just yours. And I love it being touched. Slip your hands in my pockets, press up against it from behind...” he suggested.

“You’re doing great.” It was only thing she could mumble between quiet sounds of pleasure. He was attentive to the marking, and she knew she’d be wearing the new color with much pride when the next day rolled around. “Whatever you want.” Hands snaked around his body, finding a home in his back pockets. The female squeezed his ass firmly, tugging him closer with the hold and a smirk. “Daddy,” she grinned, hips settling into a rough and steady pace.

Blaine growled playfully as Santana squeezed his ass, tugging him closer and calling him Daddy. It was so hot. Her hips continued to move against his, their pace steady but rough, and he did everything he could to match it. His breathing was coming in short pants now, between desperate kisses to her lips. The curly haired boy groaned as he felt that tell tale sign of his impending release, heat and tension coiling tightly in his belly. "Santana." Blaine moaned, eyes closing as he lost himself in the moment, his rhythm stuttering slightly and becoming more erratic. "Need to see you fall apart for me, baby girl." He raised his hips just enough to slip a hand between them, acting purely on instinct, his index and middle fingers slipping beneath the waistbands of her pants and panties, finding her swollen clit and rubbing roughly.

Things were slow-going, sure, but there was nothing slow about Blaine's lips crashing against hers and his hips rocking wildly in the heat of the moment. "Fuck," she purred, the heat pooling between her legs being more than she'd anticipated for a little grind action. To be quite honest, she hadn't expected much from the body on body movements. She couldn't remember the last time she'd merely brushed up against someone without ending up atop them. Still, this was new, exciting, and would inevitably lead to one hell of an orgasm in the end. Between his hushed words and traveling hands, Santana found herself melting, his fingers showcasing talent as if she were one of his favorite musical instruments to pick. "Just like that," she encouraged, a few inaudible Spanish swear words leaving her plump lips.

The way Santana purred as she became more and more aroused was like a symphony to Blaine's ears. He captured her lips once more, this time pulling her top lip between his as he pulled away sucking it hard until it fell from his lips. When she encouraged him, the movements of his fingers with her words and the Spanish swears, he continued the pace, pressing a little harder still. His hips bucked against hers a couple more times before his whole body tensed, a gasp of her name before he let forth a series of fucks as he came, his body stilling, eyes closing. He took a couple of breaths before he opened his eyes, "sorry, sorry," Blaine apologized, continuing to rock his now sensitive cock against her, his fingers picking back up their pace. His breathing was shallow, mind fuzzy, but he focused just on his hips and his fingers, wanting, needing Santana to fall apart beneath him.

The only time she'd ever witnessed a male come was either when he was inside of her or daring to finish in her mouth. She knew just when Blaine had reached his peak pleasure point, his breathing growing heavy and his movements becoming erotic for a few short seconds. "Holy shit," she hissed, voice shaking at the pure thought of the head and body high he must've been on. Her hips bucked upwards into his rough touch, her legs starting to shake the closer she too came to a much needed finish. "Daddy," she exhaled, voice barely audible between the heavy breaths that escaped her lips. "Just like," she started to repeat, but was cut off by a muffled sound of moans as lips fell hard into his. Her entire body shook as she rode out her high, desperate to be closer if it were even possible.

Her hissed words snapped Blaine back to the reality that was the fact that he'd just gotten off with a girl, with Santana, his soulmate and that he was very well close to bringing her to her own release. It was an almost overwhelming feeling, but he knew it was one he never wanted to forget. His eyes scanned hers, her face, her naked chest, feeling her legs quake beneath him. "Oh fuck me that's hot," Blaine breathed once she called him Daddy, so softly he could barely hear it over their combined breathing. He kissed her hard as their lips found each other, hips slowing but fingers still rubbing over her clit while her whole body shook. He stilled as she did, gently covering her body with his and leaning in to kiss her softly. "That was...wow," Blaine said with a shake of his head. He brushed her hair back off her face, golden hues staring into darker ones as he caught his breath.

Cheeks were flushed with emotion and all frustrations had been momentarily rubbed right out of her. Eyes stayed closer as she smiled weakly, her entire body on a high she hadn’t ever known before. This wasn’t the usual after sex feeling that lingered over her, no, this was genuine happiness. “I think that was unexpected,” she laughed dryly, her breathing still sharp. “You’re amazing.” Her fingers traced gentle circles into his chiseled back, her nails raking against his skin lightly. She liked the way he felt so natural atop her; how even in a moment of pure heat and desire, he’d never lost focus of her beneath him. “Seriously. I got lucky.”

Blaine laughed a long with her softly, "got to keep you on your toes Momma." He hummed contentedly, eyes closing for a few still moments as her fingers circled his back, red trails bubbling up against the skin in their wake. Pressing another kiss to her lips, soft and chaste, the curly haired boy smiled, his curls damp with sweat. "So did I Santana, so did I." He groaned softly as the after affects made them selves known, peeling himself from both of their slick bodies. "I'm going to clean up a little, do you want something of mine to wear home?" Fuck his parents would notice if they were downstairs, but right now, Blaine could care less. Making Santana comfortable was his number one priority.

Raising up into her elbows, the Latina stretched outwards slightly, her body feeling much lighter than it had moments earlier. "That'd be nice, yeah. I'd probably pick something you don't like too much, because there's a huge chance you'll never see it again," she warned, a sly smirk on her lips as she watched his movements. "Fingers crossed your parents are occupied with something whenever I leave. I can't really imagine having to talk to your sweetheart of a mother after that," she chuckled, eyes rolling.

"That's fine," Blaine laughed going into his closet and pulling out an old pair of sweats with a drawstring waist. He tossed them at Santana and smirked. "Don't give 'em back if you don't want. " He shook his head, curls bouncing cheeks, red. "I'll create a distraction and you can just call out a good night. I'll kiss you good bye before we go downstairs."

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