hrhhummel replied to your post: i think i will come back here a little bit in 2019...
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suddenly i’ve decided to leave again...................................
ADFJGH i’m kiddin, i am v excited to see your gay love grow bigger and gayer each day
Blaine’s life is turned upside down when a move forces him to leave the safe bubble he’s built for himself at Dalton Academy after being driven away from public school due to all the bullying. But things seem to start looking up when he meets Kurt, a recent graduate from his new school, and his friend Elliott through an LGBT* group in Columbus. With the help of his friends being open about himself doesn’t feel quite as daunting anymore.
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Written for the Blaine Anderson Big Bang 2015
Author: @lalalenii
Artist: @gleekmom
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~18,000
a/n: Big big thanks to Anna, who helped letting this idea take shape and come to live. Thank you and´all my love to Abbi @daltoneering the best beta(bean) I could ever ask for, without you I would still be stuck writing that one scene. And of course, my wonderful artist gleekmom, thank you for visualizing something I didn’t even think of. Thanks to Pace and Anna for hosting this, allowing so many amazing people to share their talent. Thank you to Amanda, Clou, Yas and everyone on twitter who helped with little tidbits and background information.
Thanks to the composers of the The Flash soundtrack because it makes badass background noise for writing. Thanks to the writers, creators and actors of glee who provided us with such lovely characters that still are a part of our daily lives even a year after the show ended.
And last but not least, thank you to my readers, because a year ago I never could have imagined participating in something like this.
so, i was having an interesting discussion on twitter recently with the lovely beans there about the possibility of asexual!klaine aus, and well, fic happened.
written for my perfect princess yesim <33
Kurt tapped his fingers against the wheel nervously, drumming out the too-fast beat of his heart. He swallowed. It was dark, and the road was empty, the streetlamps creating puddles of yellow light on the sidewalk.
Suddenly there was a tap tap on the passenger window and he jumped, clutching the steering wheel in relief at Blaine’s excited grin. He hit the unlock button and Blaine jumped in, closing the door behind him quietly and strapping in his seatbelt.
“Hey Kurt!” he exclaimed. “You ready to go?”
Kurt nodded, unsure whether he could trust his voice right now. He was nervous as hell. If he could actually summon up the courage to do it, Blaine’s happy grin could well be gone in a couple of hours.
He started the engine again and rolled away from Blaine’s house down the street. He could feel Blaine’s eyes on him.
“Are you okay, Kurt? You’ve barely said a word since I got in the car.”
“I’m--fine. Just, um,” terrified that you’re never going to want anything to do with me again, “tired, I guess.”
“You should have called, we could have postponed our date to a later--”
“No, no, it’s fine.” He needed to get this over and done with as soon as possible. He considered telling Blaine now, but--well, he was being selfish. He wanted a last couple of happy hours with Blaine before he ruined everything.
They pulled up in the cinema car park. Blaine jumped out almost immediately, eager to get going. Kurt sat staring out of the windshield with unfocused eyes for a few moments until his door was being opened and Blaine’s hand was on his arm, a concerned expression on his face.
Kurt continued to brush Blaine off as they bought their tickets and popcorn and made their way to the correct screen. Thankfully, the lights were already dimmed and the initial trailers playing, giving him a good reason not to talk to Blaine.
After, Blaine took his hand on the way back to the car, swinging it between them with a smile on his face. “I really enjoyed that,” he said happily. “Sometimes Pixar just gets it, you know?”
Kurt laughed quietly in agreement, ducking his head as he felt tears spring to his eyes. He was going to miss this so much.
In the car, he sat with both hands on the steering wheel, silent. It was unfair to lead Blaine on any longer. He had to do this now.
Blaine was humming the theme music of the movie beside him as he plugged his seatbelt in. Oh God.
“Blaine.”
Blaine looked up distractedly. “Hmm?”
“I--um.” He could feel something in his throat, he couldn’t--his hands were shaking on the wheel. He took a deep breath and summoned every ounce of courage he had.
“Blaine, um, I’m. I’m asexual.”
Blaine was--silent, and Kurt chanced a look at him, vaguely staring at the dashboard. He swallowed, because the tears were coming now and he felt so awful about ruining what had been a wonderful date.
“I understand if--if you don’t want to be with me anymore, knowing that we’ll never do, um, that, in fact I--I feel it might be better if you just--” He took a deep breath, steadying himself. This was one of the hardest things he was going to have to do.
“I think it might be better if we decide to call it off before it’s too late.”
“I’m asexual too.”
They spoke at almost exactly the same time, and if Kurt hadn’t been speaking so softly, he might never had heard what Blaine had said.
“Wh--what?”
Blaine looked up at him, eyes wet and wide. “I--me too. I mean, not about calling it off, about--I’m asexual.”
Kurt couldn’t describe what was happening in his chest, it was like--like he had been drowning and someone just brought him an oxygen tank. “You--really?”
Blaine nodded, the corners of his lips tipped up in a small smile, and Kurt felt it burst out of him like he had come up to the surface, laughing wetly through his tears.
“Oh my God,” he said. “That’s--I was terrified you were never going to want to see me again.”
“No, Kurt.” Blaine’s voice was soft, comforting. “Never. I would never do that too you. And not just because--even if I wasn’t asexual, that would never mean I would break up with you, just because we couldn’t have--that aspect of our relationship.”
Kurt’s heart was fluttering for an entirely different reason than it had been earlier now. “Really? You would sacrifice that for me?”
Blaine laughed, nodding, and took his hand. “I would. But thankfully, I don’t have to.”
“Oh my God,” Kurt laughed again, squeezing his hand and tipping his head against his shoulder. “But--you kissed me, I thought you were--”
“Just because we kiss each other doesn’t mean it has to lead to anything else. Ever.”
Kurt blushed and pressed his smile against Blaine’s shoulder. He felt so light. “I like kissing you,” he murmured. “It feels nice. But I just--the thought of anything beyond that kind of disgusts me.” He giggled. “Now you know why I like those shows where the touch of the fingertips is as sexy as it gets.”
Blaine pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I understand,” he said. “I actually--I’m not disgusted by sex, it’s just something I don’t really feel like I have to do.” He felt Blaine swallow and lifted his head to look at him. “If you hadn’t been asexual I wouldn’t have minded so much.”
“But--you wouldn’t feel pressured to do something you didn’t want to do?”
Blaine shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe when it came down to it, I would enjoy it, but--it’s not a physical need for me. Or a requirement for a healthy relationship.” He smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to Kurt’s cheek. Kurt felt his throat flutter. “I’m just looking forward to enjoying lots of cuddles with you.”
Kurt giggled as Blaine nuzzled at his nose, fingers sliding together over the gear shift. “You are--so amazing,” Kurt breathed.
Blaine huffed out a laugh. “Said the very Kurt Hummel himself.” He settled a hand on Kurt’s shoulder and kissed him softly, breathing out against his skin. “Now how about we go back to mine and--” He paused to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively. “Cuddle?”
It’s been months since Kurt and Blaine have managed to go on a date. 1.6k, NC-17. Vaguely 6x13 reaction fic.
“Are you sure you put enough diapers in?”
“I gave her a new boxful. They can keep any left over at theirs for the future.”
“You fed her before taking her over, right?”
“Yes, Blaine. And I gave Rachel the schedule you printed out. Hopefully she’ll have her down by seven.”
“Does she know about burping her?”
“She came to the parenting classes with us, Blaine. And I’ve written a list.”
“What about bathing her?”
“Also on the list. I took the tub over too so she doesn’t have to do it in the sink.”
“Oh God. What if--”
“Blaine.” Kurt stops at a traffic light and turns to look at his husband. Blaine is bouncing up and down in his seat, fingers tight around his phone as Kurt’s sure he’s resisting the urge to call or text Rachel to make sure everything is okay. “Rachel is Hep’s mother. She knows what she’s doing. Relax.”
Blaine takes a deep breath and reaches for Kurt’s hand across the handbrake. “Okay,” he says quietly. “Where are we going?”
L’Artusi is beautiful, and they’re led to their table by a friendly waiter who introduces himself as Colin and pulls out their chairs for them when they sit down. Blaine gapes at bit at the decor then at Kurt.
“How long ago did you book this place?” he asks.
Kurt smiles, because he may have used just a little bit of name-dropping when booking, but Blaine would disapprove of that. “You know,” he answers, shrugging. “I’ve had this evening planned for a while.”
Blaine grins at him and reaches for his hand over the table. He feels the toe of Blaine’s shoe against his ankle and brushes a thumb over the back of his hand.
The food is delicious, the wine choice extensive, and the service impressive. By the time he’s finished an amazing slice of olive oil cake he’s feeling pleasantly full and buzzed.
Blaine sighs happily and leans back in his chair. “Well, Mr Anderson-Hummel, you certainly know how to pick’em.”
Kurt grins at him. “I sure do,” he agrees. He leans forward and dances his fingers over Blaine’s wrist. “And I may or may not have booked us a room at the Greenwich in Tribeca.”
Blaine’s eyebrows shoot up before he turns his hand over and grazes his fingers inside Kurt’s cuff, eyes dark. “What are we waiting for, then?”
They giggle most of the way to the car (parked safely in a secure lot, as they plan to leave it there overnight), and Kurt grabs a bag from the back. They take a cab to the hotel, both feeling a little too tipsy for public transport, and press their sides together at the reception desk.
“Anderson-Hummel?” Kurt asks, skin on fire through his jacket where Blaine is trailing his hand over his lower back.
They hardly wait until the elevator doors have closed until Blaine is attacking Kurt’s neck, already undoing the top two buttons of his shirt and pushing the fabric out of the way so he can get to his collarbone. Kurt gasps breathlessly, tilting his head back and sliding his hands over Blaine’s shoulders. He’s disappointed to hear the ding signalling their arrival.
The suite is amazing; a huge bed, sitting area and fireplace, minibar, and an amazing view over Tribeca. Of course, Kurt hardly takes any of this in, too focused on tasting as much of Blaine’s skin as possible.
He crowds his husband up against the door, breath catching as he sucks on his ear, his jaw, his lips, nips at his chin. Blaine has barely managed to shrug his jacket off before Kurt’s sinking to his knees in front of him.
He moans around the heavy weight of Blaine’s cock in his mouth, flicking his tongue over the slit, relishing the saltiness of his precome. He pulls off to catch his breath, kissing and licking over Blaine’s cock while he fumbles with pulling his shoes off and pants further down. “Do you know how long it has been?” he mumbles, wrapping a hand around the base of Blaine’s dick and lapping over the head. “Since I last sucked your cock?”
Blaine answers with a groan and shakes his head, sinking a hand into Kurt’s hair.
“Five months, Blaine. Five months, twelve days and thirteen hours.” He sinks his mouth down and starts bobbing enthusiastically, taking Blaine as far as possible--it’s harder now that he’s out of practice. He squeezes Blaine’s ass, fingers trailing down his crack and bringing a hand round to cradle his balls.
“Fuck, Kurt, honey,” Blaine pants, bracing the hand not in Kurt’s hair against the door. “‘M gonna come if you don’t stop.”
Kurt gives another couple of sucks before pulling off and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He stands up, still fully clothed, and presses Blaine back into the door, kissing him deeply and sweeping his hands down his bare sides and over his ass.
“Bed?” breathes Blaine against his mouth. Kurt grins and tugs his legs up around his waist, wrapping Blaine’s arms around his neck and hoisting him up, carefully walking him backwards through the room and dropping him down onto the bed. They barely stop kissing the whole time, Kurt following Blaine down and crawling on top of him, only breaking apart to properly undress himself.
They fuck, hard and fast and then slow and deep and then rough and passionate again. Kurt bends Blaine completely in half, calves up by his ears and breaths mingling as they whisper words of affection against each other’s mouths.
He buries his face in Blaine’s neck when he comes, biting down on his shoulder and vision going spotty before his squeezes his eyes shut. He feels Blaine tighten around him and they shudder through their orgasms together.
“Holy crap,” breathes Kurt after they’ve come down, sliding out of Blaine with a grimace and rolling onto his side. “We haven’t fucked like that for months.”
“That’s what a baby will do to you,” answers Blaine, then tenses and bolts upright. “The baby! Shit, Kurt, I was meant to ring Rachel at nine to check how things were going on, I completely forgot--”
“Shh, Blaine, it’s okay,” reassures Kurt, shuffling into a sitting position as Blaine bounces off the bed and starts scrambling through the mess of clothes on the floor for his phone. “No news is good news.”
“Yeah, but--” He sits back down with the phone pressed to his ear, fingers tapping nervously on his bare thigh. Kurt sits up behind him, pressing his back to Blaine’s and taking his hand, bringing it up to his lips and resting it there as they wait for Rachel to pick up.
“Blaine?”
“Rachel, oh my God, I’m so sorry--”
Rachel’s laughter tinkles down the phoneline and Blaine switches it to loudspeaker. “Hey, it’s fine. Are you having fun?”
Kurt can tell Blaine is nervous to hear about Hepburn so he answers for both of them. “Our first date in five months? Of course.”
Rachel laughs again. “It’s nearly midnight, I’m surprised you didn’t just crash as soon as you reached your hotel room. Wait, no I’m not.”
“Rachel.”
“How is she?” Blaine sounds panicky, so Kurt wraps an arm around his waist from behind, pressing a kiss to the skin behind his ear.
“She’s doing fine. Amazingly, even. She was down by 7:15 and I just fed her about half an hour ago as well. Jesse and I are gonna do shifts, though, I need my beauty sleep.”
Blaine laughs, and Kurt swears he can hear him choke up a little too. “Thanks, Rach,” he says, and yep, he’s definitely doing that adorable laugh-cry thing. Kurt smiles against his shoulder and squeezes his hand.
“We’ll see you tomorrow around 11?” Kurt says; they’ve already planned everything to a tee but he finds that he needs the reassurance.
They finish the phone call and Blaine lets out a deep breath, his head dropping onto his chest. “‘M sorry,” he mutters. “I get so paranoid.”
“Hey, hey,” soothes Kurt, lying down again and pulling Blaine down with him to stretch out along his side. “It’s normal. We’re first time parents. Everything is terrifying.”
Blaine’s fingers trace patterns onto his bare chest. “How can you be so relaxed about it, though? You always manage to keep everything planned out and you stay so calm and I just--can’t.”
Kurt laughs a little. “You know I’m not always relaxed,” he admonishes. “Last week, when she wouldn’t stop throwing up? I was terrified.”
“Mm.”
“And, you know, I may appear put together on the outside, but most of the time I’m freaking out, Blaine. What if she eats the wrong thing? What if she swallows something and chokes on it? What if we look away from the stroller for one second and when we look back she’s gone?”
“We would never let those things happen, though.”
“No. Exactly. It’s good to be precautious. It just shows how much we--you--love her.”
Blaine props himself up on his chest and smiles at him. “We’re fathers,” he says, eyes still wet from before. He presses a kiss to Kurt’s pec. “We have a family.” Kiss. “I have a beautiful daughter and an amazing husband.” Kiss. “There aren’t enough words in the English language to explain how happen I’ve been these past five months.”
Kurt smiles sappily and leans his head down to kiss him properly. “Even without all the sex?”
Blaine laughs wetly. “Yes. Even without all the sex.”
hrhhummel replied to your post “[[MOR]my exam is tomorrow 10 am and even though i know i can drive...”
Good luck! I hope you do well and try not to freak out too much. That was my problem and I failed my first driving test :(
Thanks! And I'm sorry :( I think that's the worst part for most people. It does make us freak out, if just a little bit.
I'm trying to do the freaking out now because I have a historic of getting nervous the day before important things and then being extra calm when the important thing arrive, but... can't say I'm not nervous...
