Because there's an abscence of Mondler!kliane in the fandom and I felt like writing it. The One Where They Hook Up. a/n: I've decided to turn this into a verse and it's going to be called "London Time verse" since the whole thing on friends is that Chandler and Monica hooked up in London.
Kurt’s drunk, he knows he shouldn’t be doing this, but even though he knows it he’s still walking to Puck and Blaine’s room, a tumbler of scotch in his hand.
He knew he would get some ridicule from family members when Finn announced he was marrying Quinn after knowing each other for six weeks. Because this was his second marriage and Kurt hadn’t even gotten close to getting engaged. He knew what was coming, but he wasn’t prepared for it. Because no matter how much he had mentally trained himself the words ‘when are you going to get married? You’re twenty-six’ still stung greatly.
The blow that was the hardest to bear though was one of Quinn’s uncles coming up to him with one of her cousins and practically shoving her onto Kurt’s lap with a jaunty ‘take Penelope for a spin, boy. You look like you could use it.’
That’s what caused Kurt to find solace at the bar and pound five glasses of straight scotch. That’s what caused Kurt to wander up to the rooms in a drunken haze, trying to find something to make him forget about tonight.
Someone more like it. Because he needs some sex to get him distracted, and he’s too late to go out to look for someone. So he’ll settle for second best, Puck. Kurt knows he’s not gay, but maybe with a bit of liquor in him he’ll at least give Kurt what he wants.
He knocks on the door at the end of the hall, the straw in his drink between his teeth, and prepares his best sexy face only to be slightly disappointed when Blaine opens the door instead of Puck.
“Hey!” he says, opening the door a little further to reveal him wearing blue pajamas with little ducks on them.
“Cute pj’s,” Kurt chuckles, taking a drink of his beverage. “You’re really living it up here in London.”
“I was about to go to bed,” Blaine replies defensively. “It’s not like I was expecting company at,” he looks down to his watch. “9:30.”
Kurt giggles and walks into the room, glancing around for Puck “Is Puck here?”
“No, the last time I saw him he was heading out the door with a bridesmaid and a bucket of strawberries,” Blaine says, cringing slightly at the memory.
Kurt internally sighs. He knew it was too good to be true. “Do you know when he’s going to be back?”
“Well, I think ‘till morning,” Blaine shrugs. “Uhm, you’re not still upset over what that guy said are you?”
Kurt looks down, memories of Quinn’s uncle and clouding clouding his mind. “Wouldn’t you be?” he answers in a glum tone.
“Yeah, well you’ve had a rough time lately and haven’t really found the time to date, and Quinn’s uncle thinking you were straight is kind of flattering.”
Kurt raises an eyebrow at the other man. “How?”
“Well, he doesn’t think you look too feminine. He didn’t stereotype you.”
“He was a glass of chardonnay away from alcohol poisoning Blaine.”
“Hey I’m trying to cheer you up here,” Blaine counters, and Kurt relaxes slightly. Blaine is right he’s trying to make Kurt smile and he appreciates it greatly. He really does.
“I know, I’m sorry. I just…it was insulting, I mean he practically shoved that girl in my lap.”
“I know, Kurt,” Blaine says, reaching out to gently pat at Kurt’s shoulder. “If it makes you feel any better I think you were too good for her.”
“Really?” Kurt says, the makings of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
“Oh yeah. Even if you did bend that way you were too good for her. You’re too good for everybody here. You’re the most beautiful man in all of London.”
Kurt doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol coursing through his veins or if it’s the fact that Blaine is complimenting him, but he finds himself lunging at the other boy, pressing their mouths together in a feverish kiss that almost sends them toppling down onto the floor.
They kiss for a few moments before Blaine pulls away, his eyes as wide as saucers. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, you and I just made out. We were making out!”
“Well not anymore,” Kurt states obviously, resisting the urge to giggle at Blaine’s awestruck face.
“But we don’t do that.”
“I know I just thought it would be fun,” Kurt replies a bit fretfully. He knows this is probably a mistake, but he really wants nothing more than to make out with Blaine. He’s hot, he’s available, and he’s actually a hundred percent gay unlike Puck who fluctuates.
Blaine narrows his eyes at him, taking a tentative step forward. “How drunk are you?”
“Drunk enough to know I want this. Not so drunk that you should feel guilty about taking advantage,” Kurt says, hoping to god that Blaine does something because he might actually explode if Blaine doesn’t move.
“That’s the perfect amount,” he says, and grabs Kurt’s hands, leading him to the bed, and wow this is actually happening. Kurt is going to have sex with his friend, and it doesn’t feel weird at all. It doesn’t feel wrong or taboo.
Blaine gently caresses Kurt’s face before leaning in to press his lips to Kurt’s in a kiss that soon turns dirty, and has Kurt grappling at Blaine’s dorky PJ’s.
“You know what’s weird,” Kurt asks between kisses. “This doesn’t feel weird.”
“I know,” Blaine agrees, chasing Kurt’s lips again. “It feels right.”
“Mmm, you’re a really good kisser,” Kurt comments and feels Blaine smile against his mouth.
“Well I have kissed over four men,” Blaine chuckles, before diving in again. “Do you wanna get under the covers?”
“Okay!” Kurt races for the bed, flinging his suit jacket and shoes off and going for his shirt when he notices Blaine peeling clothing off faster than the speed of light.
“Wow you are really fast,” Kurt states, impressed at Blaine’s speed.
“It bodes well for me that speed impresses you,” Blaine smiles shyly, watching Kurt as he sheds the rest of his clothes, but making sure to only keep looking at his face since he doesn’t know if Kurt wants him to see him naked yet.
“We’re going to see each other naked,” Kurt states, and it’s only then that he realizes how monumentally huge this actually is. Because it is! They’re friends, but it doesn’t feel wrong. It feels so, so right, and dammit Kurt wants to see Blaine naked.
“You wanna do it at the same time?” Blaine asks nervously, and Kurt finds himself nodding along.
“Count of three?”
“One…two…three.” They pull up the covers and immediately Kurt’s eyes are roaming over Blaine’s body. Over the smooth muscles he’s never really noticed before and the chest hair that Blaine never shows off. Kurt looks at his legs and stomach, and arms, and wow he has a nice cock.
They surface up and Kurt can’t keep the smile off his face, and he’s delighted to see the same smile on Blaine’s face.
“You’re…uhm…you’re beautiful,” Blaine murmurs, and Kurt internally swoons. No one has really ever told him that he’s beautiful before.
“You really think so?”
“Yeah.” Blaine leans in and kisses Kurt briefly before pulling away. “We’re going to have sex.”
“Yeah…we are,” Kurt gulps. He’s nervous. He’s not a virgin he shouldn’t be nervous. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s having sex with Blaine. With any other guy he can have sex and if the sex wasn’t that great they would go their separate ways, but Blaine is a part of his life. It would be ten times more awkward if things didn’t work out.
But right now Kurt isn’t focused on that. He’s focused on the gorgeous boy that’s lying here in bed naked with him, waiting for him to make a move
Just as Kurt gets ready to straddle Blaine the doorknob jiggles, and Kurt looks at it in terror.
“Puck, Puck its Puck here.” Blaine pulls the covers over Kurt’s head before the door opens and Kurt hears Puck’s voice.
“Hey,” Puck says.
“Hey, Puck, I was just watching a mo-o-ovie,” Blaine falters and Kurt knows the television wasn’t on.
“Whoa, dude I’m so sorry,” Puck says, and Kurt can only imagine that he thinks he caught Blaine masturbating. “I didn’t know you’d be beating the stick in here.”
“No, no, no!” Blaine says, moving slightly and Kurt can’t help but notice the way his cock moves, and wow it could be so easy to give him a blowjob, but he doesn’t want to give himself away.
“No, dude, it’s fine, I’ll only be a second I’m still with my bridesmaid,” Puck says, excitement clear in his voice. “I just wanted a rubber, where are the ones you brought?”
“I... Uhm…in the bag,” Blaine says, and Kurt freezes. He really hopes Blaine has a condom for them.
“Thanks.”
“Hey, uh, do you think you could leave me one of those?”
“For just you?” Puck asks, and Kurt resists the urge to laugh at how ridiculous Blaine’s request must have sounded.
“Yeah.”
“Okay…here you go man, have fun,”
Kurt hears the door close and doesn’t surface. Instead, he presses himself closer to Blaine and starts gently kissing his chest.
“Oh Kurt, that f-feels good,” Blaine groans, and Kurt smirks, intent on heading south, but Blaine pulls him up.
“I was going somewhere,” Kurt replies petulantly, and Blaine chuckles at him.
“I wanted to do it to you first,” Blaine says, sliding down the bed and Kurt relaxes. He is totally okay with that
“Okay, I guess I can let it slide this once,” he says, and the last thing he sees is Blaine’s smirk before the other boy sinks his mouth down over Kurt’s cock.
