The almost obnoxious roar of the engine died down five minutes till seven, but the grip on the steering wheel didn't let up.
Remi wasn't nervous, not at all, she was just... Really fucking nervous. Which was stupid, considering this chance was exactly what she wanted. A chance to show A.B. that there was something better out there, someone that paid attention and took notes, just to make her happy. Someone that didn't see her a trophy, but a blessing.
Still, no matter how the blonde thought of it, for Remi it was a date and that fact alone was daunting. It was the first time she had to plan a date, and she just hoped to get it half-right.
A single tiger lily I'm her hand, she finally left the car and made her way to Emily's door, waiting until the clock struck seven sharp to knock twice.
Matt: had made dinner for two. Grilled salmon with hollandaise sauce, asparagus and potato wedges and some baby tomatoes completed the meal. Not forgetting the wine that went with it. It had taken him several hours to prepare and cook everything, but it was well worth his effort. Danielle was worth any effort he put into anything. Plus, they had quite a view from the dining area outside. He was pretty sure no one could see them strip naked, if they did that while eating. Wiping his hands on a towel, Matt lit some candles.
Summary: Kurt and Blaine meet on a double date for the Super Bowl. At first it looks like it's gonna be a fun night on, but things escalate when Blaine can't keep his mouth shut
Warnings: Smut, punishment, breathplay, subspace, not Sebastian friendly
Kurt:
More than once, Kurt considers calling the whole thing off. He doesn't hate football, he just doesn't understand it. And more than that, he doesn't care. He can think of at least half a dozen better ways to spend a Sunday night. But Blaine's excited and Kurt's given him his word. They'll go out, have a few drinks, eat food with too many calories, socialize, and watch the Superbowl.
And then probably, in all likelihood, they'll come back to their apartment and have mind blowing sex. That's more of an actuality than a likelihood, Kurt thinks, trying to decide if he should wear a neckerchief or a scarf. The neckerchief goes better with the outfit, but the scarf is warmer and has less chance of being mistaken for a collar. The scarf it is.
"Blaine?" Kurt calls out, checking his phone for messages and noticing the time. "We're going to be late if you don't hurry. And um...we should probably go over the rules one more time before we go."
That's the part Kurt dislikes the most. At home, when it's just the two of them, they're free to do as they please and Blaine has a lot of freedoms most subs will never experience. Out in the real world though, they both have to follow societal rules. It's a very casual gathering, of course, but the expectations are still there and Kurt doesn't want anything to spoil the evening or the recent bubble of happiness they've been living in.
He sits on the couch and waits for Blaine to come kneel for him. Blaine does and he looks both expectant and nervous, so Kurt smiles reassuringly and leans in to kiss him.
"I love you," he says first, "And I know you remember the rules. But just to be sure. No eye contact with the other Doms. You'll have to address me as Sir. No..." Kurt trails off and bites his lower lip, thinking. "You can get away with a lot more touching and that if you're in subspace. But would you enjoy the game? Or the night out? I should have asked you this sooner, I'm sorry I didn't think of it. Do you want me to...see if we can get you there? Before we go? We might have enough time..."
Blaine:
Blaine leans into the touch at that and he groans, but playfully. "You're tempting… Really tempting. But I don't even know what my mom was wearing the last day we were home. I wouldn't even lift my head if you put me under and then you'd have to watch the ~stupid game alone."
He puts his emphasis on the word stupid because he knows that Kurt is doing this for him and that makes him both giddy and grateful. He's been excited to go for days and he's happy.
"After?" Blaine asks and his hands run up Kurt's thigh, squeezing briefly. "No touching, no eye contact, no names. And afterwards you can beam me to whatever place you want."
Blaine means it too. Right now he'd probably do everything for Kurt. Try everything. They walk out the building hand in hand, glad that nobody is in the hallway and as soon as they're out the street Blaine drops his head and falls into step with Kurt right behind him. It's not hard for him to adapt out there and in a way Blaine has come to like it. In the beginning it was harder. The mixer, for example. That made Blaine feel like they were hiding between something they're not. By now that has changed. He's more secure in what he has with Kurt and he wants to show that to the world.
When they enter the bar he follows Kurt, knowing that Sebastian and Sam are already there. Blaine's eyes meet Sam's and they're both having a moment where they're just grinning at each other. Chances are good they both dragged their Doms here without them being too happy about it.
Before they sit down Blaine gets them drinks and he's weirdly proud of himself because he feels a few looks on him and he knows that he's being the perfect sub.
Slipping on his seat next to Kurt, Blaine smiles and presses their legs together under the table. That's allowed. That's so allowed.
Kurt:
Kurt's glad for the reassuring weight of Blaine's leg pressed against him under the table. Sebastian still makes him uncomfortable, but Sam looks happy and well and that helps ease some of the tension.
He lets himself relax against the chair, reaching under the table from time to time to squeeze Blaine's knee. His sub is being the epitome of a well behaved sub and it makes Kurt proud to be seen with him. If it also makes him a little sad because this isn't always the Blaine he knows from home...well, Kurt pushes that aside and focuses on the positives. The important part is that Blaine doesn't seem bothered by the imposition of rules, he just appears happy and comfortable and in the end, that's all Kurt's ever cared about.
When they have a brief moment alone together - Sam's getting the drinks this time, and Sebastian excuses himself to use the restroom - Kurt takes the opportunity to cup the back of Blaine's neck and pull him close enough to kiss.
"I love you so much," Kurt murmurs against Blaine's lips. "And I'm so proud to be with you. I want you to know that. I also want you to know that the whole time you're watching the ~stupid game, I'll be thinking of all the things I'm going to do to you when we get home."
Blaine:
Blaine wants nothing more than to straddle Kurt in that very moment, kiss him senseless. Maybe that's the beer. Or maybe it's just that his Dom seriously turned on. They aren't home, though. So Blaine can only kiss back and let his eyes flicker up for one brief second.
"Understood, Sir," he whispers and he licks his lips, knowing that they had moment before he settles back in his chair to accept the next round of drinks Sam brings with him.
The first part of the game goes smoothly and then during intermission Blaine zones out for a few moments because Katy Perry is there doing her thing and she looks like an angel sent from pop heaven to bless his poor unfortunate soul.
But then there's a commercial block and some interviews and they focus on conversation again.
"I have to say," Sebastian starts, playing with a toothpick he's been fumbling with for a few minutes, "I'm impressed, Kurt. That you managed to tame Blaine like that is surprising."
Blaine is tensing and maybe he's imagining things, but he feels a slight shift in Kurt as well.
Sebastian doesn't seem to notice, because he continues. "He's beautiful. Mellow."
"With all due respect, Sir," Blaine chimes in and the title tastes sour and bitter and basically like all the bad things. Sebastian doesn't deserve it. "I appreciate the compliment, but I doubt this is the right time to discuss something like that."
"Oh?" Sebastian has this tone in his voice. He's out for provocation. Sam sits straighter and Blaine regrets asking them to come out. "I just wanted to state the obvious, babe. I know that Sam slips up sometimes, but to get someone like you under control… Someone who violently rebels against every tiny little rule… That takes quite a Dom and I didn't think that Kurt here would have it in-"
"You didn't think?" Blaine feels the rage that's been boiling up spill and his head snaps up as he locks eyes with Sebastian and interrupts the Dom. To the Hell with rules. He will not let this sorry excuse for a Dom insult what they have. "The problem isn't that you didn't think, but that you simply don't know anything. Not about me. Not about him. Some might say not even about doing your job as a Dom. So why don't you lean back and mind your own business?"
Kurt:
Kurt closes his eyes for a brief moment, hoping that when he opens them he'll be anywhere but here. He's so conflicted, his stomach is tied up in knots that make him want to throw up. But Kurt can't.
Instead, he squares his shoulders and says, "Blaine." Just that one word and Kurt has to hope that it's enough. While his heart swells with fierce love and pride for his sub - who is not only standing up for Kurt, but for himself as well - they're still in public and that means Blaine's just broken a handful of rules. If he goes any further, Kurt will have to punish him right then and there. Truthfully, Kurt doesn't want to punish him at all. But he'll have to. Once they get home though.
Blaine seems to understand and he immediately lowers his head. Kurt thinks he probably would have slipped off the stool and onto his knees if Kurt hadn't been holding him in place.
Kurt can't look at him right now. Not because he's angry, but because he's ~not. And Sebastian, along with any other Doms who might be paying attention now that a sub has been so angrily vocal are expecting Kurt to do something, to prove that he can control his sub. What everyone fails to realize is that Blaine's not the one who needs to be controlled. It's Sebastian.
Staring the other Dom down across the table, Kurt keeps his face carefully neutral. "Thank you for your input," he says, although he has a more difficult time keeping the hostility out of his voice. "It was neither asked for, nor was it appropriate. The same goes for your affectionate little nickname. Blaine's not your sub. He never was, but that's besides the point. Your flagrant display of arrogance served it's purpose. You goaded Blaine into breaking the rules, and I have no choice but to punish him for that."
Kurt wants to risk a glance at Blaine, to reassure him that he's not mad, that he's still so proud of him, maybe even more so, but he still can't. That will have to wait until they're alone. Which will blessedly be soon, because there is no way in hell Kurt's sticking around now.
"But I hope you understand one thing, Sebastian," Kurt spits the name like it leaves a bad taste in his mouth. "And that's the fact I'm a far better Dom than you could ever hope or imagine to be. I have no desire to get into a pissing contest with you about it, but you just proved that to be true. And Blaine? Maybe the reason he never gave you the respect you thought you were entitled to is because you never respected him. I saw that then, and I can see it now."
He pauses and bites his tongue hard, because Kurt would really love to point out how Sebastian treats subs like they're pets or pieces of furniture, how he just disrespected Sam in front of them. But that would be stooping to Sebastian's level and Kurt refuses to do that. He'll ask Blaine to check on Sam later and keep an eye on him. But right now, Kurt just wants to leave.
"Blaine," he says again and finally turns to look at him. "Let's go."
Blaine:
Blaine shoots Sam an apologetic look and he feels even worse when he sees how pale the other sub is. Sebastian will have to take care of him tonight and Blaine just hopes that there won't be any anger involved that he caused.
He follows Kurt, his head bowed and not as upright as he usually walks to make a good figure. He's in trouble and he knows it.
They don't take the subway back home, but a cab. Their driver's a Dom and Blaine swallows hard as he slips into the backseat, hands folded in his lap. The worst part is that he can't ask Kurt what he thinks. What he feels.
It's possible that things are okay between them, that Kurt will just punish him for his misstep and then things will go back to normal. But it's just as possible that Blaine overstepped a line way more crucial and that this has bigger consequences. He just doesn't know. He doesn't know and it almost drives him crazy.
Blaine gets out of the car fast, quickly gets to the other side of it and opens the door for Kurt. He follows his Dom inside, eyes still trained on the ground, and as soon as the door falls into its lock Blaine sinks to his knees. "I'm so sorry."
Kurt:
"I know," Kurt says, cupping Blaine's face and tilting his head back to make him look up. "I am too. Because you know I don't have any choice but to punish you."
He leans over and kisses Blaine, the barest graze of lips. "I've been thinking about how to do that all the way home. I want you to go get undressed and wait for me in the bedroom," Kurt explains, unraveling his scarf and hanging it up on the hook beside the door.
"Lay face down on the bed. When I get there I'm going to spank you. Ten strokes, bare hand. You'll count, but other than that no speaking, no moving." Kurt unbuttons his coat and hangs that up too.
"Blaine, look at me," he says and waits until he can see his sub's eyes. "Before you go, I need you to know how much I love you. And that I'm still proud to be with you. Maybe even more so." Kurt bends and kisses him again, soft and sweet. "And after your punishment? I've still got plans to make you fly."
Blaine:
Blaine stands and smiles sadly at Kurt before his eyes fall on the scarf on the hanger. He sighs deeply and drops his head once more before he does as he's told and makes his way to the bedroom.
He's changed the sheets only this morning, hoping that they'd get home after a couple of beers and maybe even some dancing. The cool sheets would have welcomed them and it would have been up to them to warm them up. No hassle at all.
Instead Blaine won't even find out who won the damn game. He's ruined their night.
He slips out of his clothes and throws him over the chair in the corner before he stretches out on the bed. Ten strokes. That's not that bad. He could have gotten worse for insulting a Dom in public.
When Kurt enters the room Blaine's head turns around and he wants to apologize again, but leaves it. No talking. He just rests his head back on the pillow, hands clinging to it. He's ready.
Kurt:
This is almost worse than the time Kurt tried bastinado, he thinks, looking at Blaine's prone figure. Honestly, he doesn't even think Blaine deserves the spankings. If anything, it's Sebastian who deserves to be punished. Still...according to the rules society has set for them, Blaine has earned a punishment.
Kurt frowns and kneels between Blaine's legs. He's absolutely hates causing his sub pain, so he's opted for a very general punishment and one that Blaine should be able to take quite well. Kurt closes his eyes, steeling himself, and then brings down a hand, hard over Blaine's ass cheek.
The sound is loud, a crackling echo through the relative silence of their bedroom and Kurt can only distantly hear Blaine counting off the strokes. This isn't how he'd envisioned the night, but he really has no choice and so, reluctantly, Kurt continues.
Somewhere along the way, though, the line blurs and when Kurt's hand starts to tingle, and he notices the faint red handprint he's creating, his cock twitches to life. Instead of focusing on the punishment, Kurt starts to think about what he'll do next.
Blaine:
Blaine takes it. The sting is sharp in the beginning, but soon enough his muscles start to twich from the strokes and the pain turns into something that's constant, but numb. Which is nice.
When he reaches ten, the tension drains from Blaine's body and he relaxes, sinking into the mattress. He feels better. Because punishment means forgiveness and forgiveness means they'll move on from this. Hopefully.
He turns his head half around, looking at Kurt, but not saying a word. He's not allowed yet. But he's hoping he will be. Just to ask if they're okay. Just to make sure.
Blaine licks his lips and rests his head back on the pillow. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. He's not impatient, not anymore. Not when his ass feels hot like this. He knows his place. They'll get over this.
Kurt:
Now that Kurt's finished with the punishment, he stretches out beside Blaine, trailing fingertips over the reddened skin of his sub's ass, up over his lower back, tracing his spine until he reaches Blaine's shoulders and finally, his face.
"I love you," he whispers and leans in for a soft kiss. "You can talk now, but not about what happened. We'll save that for later. Turn over. And then no moving. If you need to, you can ask me to tie your hands."
Kurt kisses Blaine again and pulls away to hurry out of his clothes while Blaine gets comfortable on his back. He tosses lube and a condom on the bed beside him and then joins Blaine. The soft kisses continue but it doesn't take long for them to turn heated. Kurt stops and rifles through the drawer again and when he turns back around he's grinning and holding up the cock ring.
After another kiss, Kurt fastens it around Blaine's cock and balls and sits back on his heels to admire the way it looks. "You're so beautiful. Beautiful and mine." And then Kurt reaches for the lube, ready to spread Blaine open.
Blaine:
"Wait, wait, wait," Blaine closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, because he's out of line again and he doesn't want to be. Still, Kurt has offered. If his Dom offers, he can ask, right? "Please… I want the… Can you tie me up? Please, Sir?"
He's looking down at his cock and how the ring around it shines in the soft light of their nightstand. His ass is still glowing with heat and Blaine groans softly when Kurt really does give him what he wants and ties his hands securely to the bedframe.
"Can you…?" Blaine tenses his muscles briefly and he feels the tightness of the cord around his wrists calm him down already. He pulls up his legs and spreads them. "My feet too? Please?"
Blaine feels himself grow quiet as he watches Kurt loop more rope through the rings at the side of the bed, around his ankles, his thighs and then back through the rings.
He's barely able to move like this and his breathing deepens while he feels his cock harden.
"Yours," he mumbles and he feels his mind submit to Kurt just the way his body submits to the rope. He watches as Kurt lubes his fingers up again, feels his Dom's finger tease his entrance and his back arches up the entire rest of his body is completely at Kurt's mercy. "Kiss me. Please. Please, I need you. Need you so much."
Kurt:
Kurt loves the way Blaine looks like this - the intricate knots that bind him, the shimmer of the cock ring, his pupils blown wide - and he thinks he'd give Blaine anything he asks for. At this moment, it's only a kiss Blaine wants, and as Kurt slips his index finger up inside Blaine's body, he leans over and obliges willingly.
He swallows the soft moans Blaine makes in response to his finger, and slowly adds a second, spreading them and crooking them to brush over Blaine's prostate. Kurt's own cock is hard now, rubbing over Blaine's thigh and making him groan back into Blaine's mouth.
When he thinks Blaine's spread enough, Kurt reaches in the nightstand again, pulling out a silk scarf in addition to the condom. "Up," he says, sliding a hand under Blaine's neck to raise his head and then slipping the scarf around his throat. Kurt unrolls the condom and, after adding more lube, he pushes himself inside, while pulling on the scarf and cutting off Blaine's air at the same time.
Blaine:
Blaine groans as the scarf tightens around his neck and his first instinct is to touch his neck, but the ropes keep him firmly in place while Kurt starts to build up a rhythm.
The steady thrusting feels like the counter part to his heart beat that isspeeding up as he's running out of air.
Kurt has the right angle, hits his prostate every time and Blaine is gasping, wiggling beneath his Dom, but there's so little room.
"Please," Blaine says when Kurt loosens the scarf long enough to let him breathe, "please, no, God, so good..."
He knows that he's babbling and he doesn't even know what he's begging for, but after what happened at the bar, this feels like he's cracked open and put back together. Kurt puts him back together.
Blaine feels feverish, his cock is aching and his muscles trembling as Kurt tightens the scarf again and once again Blaine can't breathe.
Kurt:
"Yes," Kurt murmurs, unsure what he's even agreeing to, or maybe he's just saying words right now, because this is just so good. Blaine feels so good beneath him, around him. Kurt can feel him straining against the ropes, but knows they'll hold tight.
He leans forwards and kisses Blaine, hard and fast, and then pulls back to tighten the scarf again, taking Blaine's air while he speeds up the motion of his hips.
"Fuck, Blaine," Kurt groans, reaching one hand down to twist Blaine's nipple as he lets the scarf loosen just enough to let Blaine gasp for air before he's tightening it again. "God, you're so good. So...perfect."
They're both sweating and the skin slapping sounds are almost obscene. Kurt goes harder and faster, driving himself closer to the edge, alternating between pulling the scarf tight and letting Blaine breathe.
"I'm....Blaine," Kurt only has time to gasp before he's coming, an orgasm that rips through him from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. He fucks hard and deep into Blaine, spilling inside of the condom and shuddering as he slumps over Blaine.
He takes a few minutes to catch his breath, and then pulls slowly out of Blaine, his cock softening while Blaine's still hard and straining in the cock ring.
"I'm not going to take this off," Kurt whispers, holding Blaine's chin with one hand and forcing his sub to look at him. "You still don't get to come until I say so."
Kurt takes Blaine's cock in his hand, pumping it slowly, while he leans over and kisses him. He pulls the scarf tighter again and speeds up his strokes. "Tell me when you're close,"
Blaine:
Looking at Kurt, knowing that his Dom already came... It does things to Blaine.
His lungs slowly start to ache and a soreness settles everywhere the ropes rub against his skin. It's a warm pain. Almost comfortable.
Blaine feels his vision dim once more when Kurt loosens the scarf again. It's a circle. Breathing. Aching. Relief.
The hand around his cock only adds to the pleasurable torture and it's going on for too long already.
"Please," Blaine croaks out after only a few minutes. "Let me come."
Kurt:
It's so tempting to let Blaine come, but Kurt knows he can take more, wants to give him more. "Not yet," he murmurs, moving his lips to Blaine's neck, above the reddish line from where the scarf has dug in. He licks and sucks and continues to pump Blaine's cock. "Not until I tell you to."
He pulls the scarf tight again, and stops stroking, making his way down Blaine's body and kissing - over his collar bones, taking his time with each peaked nipple, the softness of Blaine's stomach and the indentation of his bellybutton. His hips, the inside of his thighs. Kurt lets go of the scarf so he can focus on kissing. He kisses behind Blaine's knees and down his calves. His ankles, above the knots of the ropes binding them to the bed, the heels of his feet and back up again.
Settling himself between Blaine's legs, Kurt looks up at him from beneath his eyelashes as he licks Blaine's balls, long strokes with the flat of his tongue, before he sucks each one into his mouth gently.
He slurps and feels spit run down his chin, but can't be bothered to wipe it away. Still looking up at Blaine, Kurt lets his tongue follow the big vein on the underside of Blaine's cock, up to the head. He twirls his tongue around the ridge and dips it into the slit. Opening his mouth and relaxing his jaw, Kurt takes Blaine deep into his mouth, moaning around it to let Blaine feel the vibrations.
It's the best kind of torture and Kurt knows it. He lets Blaine's cock slip from his mouth with an obscene pop, just long enough to catch his breath. "I know you can do this. Wait a little bit longer. It'll be so good when I finally let you come."
Blaine:
Blaine wouldn't be able to hold back without the cock ring. He knows that. Kurt probably knows it too. But even with the ring around his cock, it's getting hard.
He's in the sweetest form of pain and he doesn't even know how to pin it down. The burning in his lungs, the throb of the restraints, the heat that still stings whenever Kurt touches his ass. And yet, it all seems to blend into the background compared to his lower body.
His muscles are tense and his thighs are shaking. Kurt's tongue and his hands are driving him insane. Blaine can't do this anymore. He wants to beg, but his plea is a wordless and broken sound as he just smacks his lips. They tingle. He needs more air.
Blaine can feel how hard his body is fighting on all frontlines. He's at war with himself and it's all to please Kurt. Blaine takes pride in that. He's also too far gone to really become aware of that. His mind settles into this comfortable place that allows him to stand this longer not out of free will, but simply because his Dom asks him to. He can do this.
His arms stop to fight against the restraints and even though he's still heaving, his mouth open to swallow whatever air he can get, he calms down. He sinks into the mattress, his legs fall to the side, held in place only by the ropes. Even his hands relax, only twitch occasionally when his cock gets so close to spilling that Blaine's eyes widen in an effort to stop himself from coming.
Soon even that fight doesn't feel like a burden anymore. Blaine sinks deeper, deeper, until he's so deep he feels like he's flying. He won't be able to hold himself back anymore, he knows that. He also knows that Kurt still has some control over his body. It's not much. But it's all the control that's left.
Kurt:
Kurt's able to read Blaine's body, knows when he gives in and lets himself go. And that's what Kurt's been waiting for, what he's been wanting the whole evening.
"That's it," he murmurs quietly, moving up Blaine's body to kiss him, hand reaching once more for Blaine's cock. Kurt quickly frees him from the ring and strokes him once, twice, three times before allowing him to come. "So good for me, baby. Come. Now."
And Blaine does, with a wordless cry, eyes unfocused as he arches his back as best he can in the restraints, spilling hot over Kurt's fist and his trembling stomach. Kurt guides him through it, offering kisses and quiet words while he continues to stroke.
Finally, Kurt pulls his hand away, wiping it along his own thigh - he'll clean up in just a few minutes anyway and his priority is Blaine. He slides the scarf away from Blaine's neck, careful not to pull along the abrasions. He undoes Blaine's wrists and ankles, tossing the ropes on the floor for now.
After getting a cloth and warm water and cleaning them both up, and putting a salve on Blaine's neck, Kurt pulls him into his arms, touching and kissing. "I love you," he whispers, tired and sated, "And I'm so proud of you. Always."
Summary: The boys spend a day out to remind each other what they have
Warnings: None. It's short, but it's fluff.
Kurt:
It does come as a bit of a surprise that Blaine thinks they've lost touch with each other. But Kurt pushes his slight disappointment aside and instead focuses on fixing it. Because, like he tells Blaine, maybe he has a point. Maybe they skipped over the "getting to know you" phase too fast. So, he makes plans for the weekend - shopping, ice skating, movies - typical date activities.
And truth be told, Kurt's really looking forward to it. There's something about the way Blaine's smile makes him feel, especially when it's directed at Kurt. And the way his eyes light up when he's excited. Kurt wants to see more of that.
He remembers bringing pizza and the time they went out for dumplings. It was sweet and romantic and perfect. And of course there had been more of those moments since, but a lot of them did center around the bedroom, and while that wasn't a bad thing, maybe it's time to get back to basics.
Kurt's buttoning his jacket and twining a scarf around his neck at the door to their apartment. When Blaine steps in front of him, Kurt takes both his hands and kisses the corner of his mouth. "Rules for today," he says and wants to giggle when Blaine face flickers with worry. "Hand holding and kissing are acceptable. Nothing more. For now. We can renegotiate later, if it comes up. But we're just dating. And I've decided that we'll go to the movies first. Into The Woods. You can choose the next activity." He leans in and kisses Blaine again, soft and sweet, "And you can also buy the popcorn."
Blaine:
Blaine can't stop smiling on his way to the cinema and he can't stop leaning in for small and featherlight kisses. A couple of people side eye them. He's a sub and clearly far from being in subspace and yet he's kissing and touching whenever he wants in public.
Blaine doesn't care. It's not like he crosses a line where he would embarrass Kurt and today? Today is about celebrating what they have.
The exam season has been hell and Blaine loves Kurt for the fact that he gave him a way out today. He just wants to stop thinking for a while and a movie is the best way to get him there. Well, after certain other activities that involve ropes and gags, but the truth is that Blaine misses Kurt as the man he can laugh with, not just the man he submits to.
"Sweet or salty?" Blaine leans into Kurt at the cinema and his mouth waters when he's looking at the big popcorn maker. He doesn't even wait for his Dom to answer. "Both. We'll have both, please."
He pays and smiles, laughs briefly and kisses Kurt again, this time struggling to carry two giant popcorn containers. "Have I mentioned I love Into The Woods? Even more than football."
He picks up a piece of popcorn with his mouth since he doesn't have a hand free and then he locks eyes with Kurt, suddenly very serious.
"Thank you for being here with me. And for having enough strength of character not to show me that you take it a bit personal. You care so much and I love you for it. I love you a lot."
Kurt:
This is what it's all about, Kurt thinks. He watches the movie, but also watches Blaine. Blaine who sings along quietly and rests his head on Kurt's shoulder and can't stop smiling. It warms Kurt's heart and he turns to press a kiss to the top of Blaine's head. "I love you," Kurt whispers in the dark theater.
After the movie, they go ice skating at Trump Rink in Central Park. Kurt has hoped they'd save this for the end, but Blaine was too excited and it was his choice. His enthusiasm is contagious and Kurt finds himself laughing more than he has in a long time. He hasn't even realized he's missed this until Blaine reminded him.
Blaine's faster on his skates, but Kurt's long legs give him an advantage too, so that he catches Blaine easily and pulls him into a hug, a bit wobbly on his feet, but happy. "Thank you," Kurt says, looking at Blaine, with his sparkling eyes and cheeks flushed rosy from the cold. "For making sure we didn't lose this."
TAGGING: Finn Hudson & Rachel Berry
LOCATION: The Mall, Finn's House
GENERAL NOTES: Finn convinces Rachel to ditch school for the afternoon and their relationship takes several unexpected turns. [smut involved]
Rachel bit nervously at the inside of her mouth as she looked up at the clock, watching the seconds of lunch hour tick away. She made attempts not to be obvious but she could see Tina out of the corner of hereye, watching her every move. Rachel hadn't divulged why she was leaving school early, or even how she was doing it, but her best friend did know she was going and saying so had been enough of an explanation. Stop acting like a lunatic, she reminded herself as she took the remnants of her lunch to the trash can. She couldn't look like she was doing anything wrong - that's how Finn had put it. She smiled, thinking of him advising her through this whole process, telling her what to do, when to do it. If he put his mind to it, he probably could've been a good leader at something, but she knew that his interests lay in sports... and now, making out with her. She was okay with that, for now anyway, and she eased her way out of the cafeteria, walking straight toward the door. Taking a deep breath, and a glance around to make sure no one was watching, she pushed the door quickly, then practically jumped out it and scanned the parking lot for Finn.
Finn walked through the hall with a smile on his face; not only was he getting out school for the rest of the day, he was going to spend it with Rachel. When things had first started between them, Finn thought her being so different from the girls he usually hung out with would be a bad thing, but he was finding himself getting much more attached to her than he expected. She had a fresh outlook on things and he liked that she didn't have a motive behind everything she did. He walked out to his truck and set his backpack on the middle of the bench. When he saw Rachel walking to the truck, he smiled and leaned over to push the passenger door open. "Hey you." He said with a grin.
Rachel took cautious steps towards Finn's truck, still a little afraid that someone would stop her. She was glad when she was close enough to see the door swing open and his smile inside waiting for her. "Opening the door for me, even though you're already inside." She stepped up and set her things on the floor next to her feet. "Such a gentleman." Leaning over his backpack, she took him by the cheek and turned his head so she could kiss him. "Hmm... just as good as I remember it."
Finn chuckled "I just like doing things for you." He turned his head to kiss her, smiling against her lips. He gave her one more lingering kiss before pulling away. "Let's go before you change your mind." He teased her.
Rachel followed a little, her cheeks turning a soft pink, as Finn pulled away from the kiss. She wanted to say that there was no chance of her changing her mind now that she was there with him - it was strange, and a little scary that his presence affected her as much as it did. It would've been too much, though, and she knew that. The last thing she wanted to do was overwhelm him with too much feeling, too soon. Instead, she grinned, kissing his cheek once then leaning back to buckle herself in. "How often do you do this anyway? I mean, don't teachers notice that you're not coming to class?"
Finn "I don't ditch that often.. But I don't know, I've never gotten in trouble for it before. What could they do?" He asked with a shrug.
Rachel had run every possible punishment through her head up to the moment she walked out the door, so she could have piled a laundry list of things that 'they could do' in Finn's lap. The worst, though, was all she gave them. "They could call your mother and tell her that you ditched. I think she'd be kind of disappointed, don't you?" She touched his arm. "As long as you don't do it all the time, though, I'm sure you're right. It's very unlikely that you'd be caught."
Finn "There are way worse things I could be doing. Like drugs." He nodded. "She'd be mad but it'd turn out okay." He said, knowing his mother wasn't too concerned when it came to Finn and his moral compass.
Rachel withdrew her hand, sitting back against the seat and catching glimpses of Finn out of the corner of her eye. They were very different - she knew this - and they had two completely different systems of values. Nothing about this felt wrong to him, while most of it felt wrong to her. The only thing that didn't feel wrong was him and being with him. Maybe it should have, Rachel though. Not because she distrusted him like she use to but because she was changing, in part, because of him. That was something she swore she'd never do - change for anyone. It kept her awake at night sometimes, thinking about the person she was becoming. Was this different Rachel so terrible, especially if she was happy? Sighing, she knew there were no real answers right now so she decided to distract herself. "What classes are you missing this afternoon?"
Finn "I am missing... Spanish, history, and gym." he said with a shrug. "Are you missing anything important?"
Rachel ticked off her classes - English, Trigonometry, Art - without even a thought. She didn't feel the remorse she probably should have, and the only class she really missed was English. "So the answer is no, not at all. I'm terrible at art, and there was a quiz in math yesterday so I won't be missing anything since we likely started a new section."
Finn "Good.. I'm sure you'd be like all on top of getting it all done like you didn't even miss." he laughed softly.
Rachel turned her head slightly, giving Finn a small smile. "You know I'm not /that/ into school, don't you? I'm not some brainiac who loves homework or doing math equations in my spare time like Matt Damon in Good Will Hunting. I'd much rather just be singing, and reading occasionally."
Finn "I know that, but I also know that you like to have everything together." he said with a small laugh. "I know you're not like a super genius. That'd be pretty cool, though." he gave her a lopsided grin.
Rachel loved the way he smiled, looking a little dopey while still being strikingly handsome. It made her heart do the funniest little flutter, a feeling she hadn't known until he'd started smiling at her. "Sorry to disappoint. I have a talent for one thing, and that's performing."
Finn "Yeah, that's pretty cool too though. You could be like a superstar someday."
Rachel wanted to be one, but she knew the reality of it. She could try, and she would, but there was a part of her that knew failure was always a possible outcome. "How do you know? You've only ever heard me sing once, in this truck. And that doesn't even count."
Finn "I don't know.. You're like super determined and confident.. Kinda makes people think you can do whatever you want."
Rachel always felt a little knocked off kilter when Finn said things like he was. Almost like he knew things about her that she didn't even know about herself. "It's definitely something to work towards."
Finn "I think you'll do awesome." he said with a nod. He pulled into the parking lot of the mall and hopped out of the truck to open her door for her.
Rachel stayed quiet until they pulled into the large parking lot that surrounded the mall on all sides. As usual, Finn walked around and opened her door for her and she took his hand and slid out as easily as she could wearing a skirt. "It looks emptier than usual. Quiet too."
Finn "It's the middle of the day on a weekday. Won't have to wait in any lines." he joked as he grabbed her hand to walk inside.
Rachel let her hand slip easily into Finn's as she followed him into the building. It really was like a ghost town compared to any other time of the day that she'd been there, with only older people and groups of what she assumed were stay at home mothers pushing strollers around. "Where to?"
Finn "Umm.. The food court!" He said with a nod, but stopped with a frown. "Wait, do they have stuff you can eat here?"
Rachel waved her hand dismissively. "There are plenty of things I could eat, but I just ate lunch and I wasn't that hungry to start. Don't let me top you though. If you want food, get food."
Finn "I don't want to eat alone like a loser." he scrunched his nose. "It's okay, we can just walk around, look around."
Rachel shook her head, pulling him toward the food court almost like she was about to storm a beach. "I will have a snack, something small. Just pick anything you want and I won't make you eat alone." She let go of his hand and put a hand on her hip, her foot starting to tap while she waited for him to choose with raised eyebrows.
Finn looked around, trying to decide on something- anything. He finally sighed as he said "Hot Dog on a Stick.. I just want french fries and I like theirs." he said, leading her toward the small business.
Rachel nodded, following him over to the small counter. "French fries sound good." She didn't glance at anything other than the man wearing the uniform because she couldn't bare to think of what happened behind the counter and beyond the door. The whole idea of hot dogs made her stomach turn a little, but she smiled as she stood close to Finn and waited patiently.
Finn ordered a couple of fries and looked at her "Do you want a drink?" before he ordered a Coke for himself.
Rachel shook her head, the idea of forcing anything other the fries into her body, even if it was just liquid, twisted her stomach up even more. "No thank you. If I get thirsty, I'll find a water fountain."
Finn paid for the food and then placed his hand on her back as he waited for their food. When the guy across the counter handed it to him, he grabbed ketchup packets and led Rachel to a table. He sat down and started to eat. "These are so good. I should have gotten a hot dog too."
Rachel could have stood next to him at that counter all day if it meant his hand resting on her back the way it was. She almost leaned into him but she didn't know how public she wanted to be when it came to displays of affection. For now, little touches and hand holding seemed the most appropriate route. When they finally sat to eat, she nibbled on her fries, her already full stomach not giving her much leeway. "They are good. But hot dogs..." She crinkled her nose at the idea. "Well, if you really want one, go back and get one."
Finn "I don't know, I don't wanna waste money. We got all these fries so I'll be good." he said with a laugh. "Plus, I told my mom I was gonna go to the hospital tonight and eat at the cafeteria with her. They have the best salads."
Rachel wanted to laugh at the idea of Finn eating a salad, especially with the way he could eat fries and pizza and Italian. She wasn't sure she'd ever seen him eat anything truly healthy. She was equally sure that he wasn't going to the hospital for the food so much as to see his mom. "I bet she likes that you visit her at work and that you get to have dinner together."
Finn "Yeah.. She likes it when I do. It's kind of hard to get myself to go up there all the time though because I hate the hospital. It's full of gross sick people and it's kind of scary."
Rachel wiped her fingers on her napkin before reaching over and taking Finn's hand. "I'm not a fan of hospitals either but... you're doing it for her. That's a really big deal and I don't doubt that it makes her entire day better." She smiled, a little in awe of him at the moment. "I am sure she's told you this herself, but you're a good son to your mom, Finn. And I admire that about you."
Finn "I'm glad you think so." he squeezed her hand, giving her a smile. "She tells me that all the time, but I try really hard to be good for her so I like hearing it."
Rachel scooted her chair closer to him and took on a new, 'screw appropriate' attitude as she leaned into kiss him. His lips tasted like warm ketchup, the sweet tang making her want to lick them a little. She wasn't going to be a complete rebel an make a spectacle, even though there was no one watching, but her hand rested on his thigh as she held his lips for just another second. "She's really lucky to have you. And so am I."
Finn was surprised by her kiss. He was very aware of her hand and her lips, and he wasn't sure if he should pull her even closer. When she pulled away, he gave her a smile "I'm lucky to have you too." he said softly.
Rachel sat there for a minute, relishing in his compliment, before taking her hand away but not moving her chair. Every time moments like this arose now, they became less and less awkward. There was a growing comfort between them - or at least she thought so - and a silent presence was okay now and she didn't worry so much about him thinking it was weird.
Finn finished eating his fries before sitting back against the chair and grabbing her hand again. "I only offered to go to the mall because I thought it would be something you liked, I don't actually know what to do here.." he admitted.
Rachel glanced around, her lip tucked between her teeth a little nervously. "Honestly? I don't come here that much. I'm not really a 'mall' kind of girl." But she didn't want his effort to be completely wasted. "We could walk around a bit if you want, but we don't have to."
Finn "Well.. What kind of stuff do you like to do then? Like stuff we could do together."
Rachel had to think, since most of the things she liked doing were solo activities. Then it dawned on her. "It's the middle of the day, and I bet there aren't many of your neighbors home." She felt shy suddenly, about to make her request. "Would you play the drums for me? Since you don't have to be as quiet."
Finn hesitated, his smile falling a little. She wanted to hear him play the drums? "I don't know.. What if you don't like it?"
Rachel saw his expression change and realized maybe she was pushing to hard. Tina had told her she did that sometimes. She'd also told her it was fine, especially if she was asking for what she wanted. She knew now that what she wanted was definitely asking to much. "I don't see how I could dislike it, but if you don't want to, that's fine. I just... was curious." She stood up, smoothing her skirt out. "We can just find something to do here, even if it's just walking around." Leaning down, she kissed his cheek. "I'm with you. That's really all that matters."
Finn nodded his head. He had shown Quinn his drumming before and she had been very disinterested. He didn't like the feeling that she didn't care about something he really loved, and he didn't want to show Rachel to have the same thing happen. He stood up and grabbed her hand. "We could still go to my house though, if that's what you wanna do."
Rachel really wanted to see him play, but she didn't want there to be pressure. It was obvious to her that it meant something to him, but he just didn't want to share it. That was something she understood. Sometimes, she sang alone in the auditorium because she wants to sound of her voice to be hers alone. "I do want to." The words were soft, but enthusiastic. Stepping in, she rolled up onto the balls of her feet and kissed him. "Just as long as it's what you want too."
Finn "I just wanna hang out with you." he smiled, wrapping his arm around her.
Rachel felt a familiar quiver creep through her as his arm circled her and she took his face in her hands. "Then let's go." She kissed him on last time before settling back with both feet on the ground.
Finn loved these moments with Rachel, where he could feel her getting more and more comfortable being physical with him in any way. It wasn't in terms of sex, although that was a plus side, he was just enjoying the fact that she was warming up to him; that she liked him. He led the way back outside and to his truck, opening the door for her.
Rachel almost couldn't move away from Finn, even though she was the one who had suggested going back to his house. She was glad when he took the lead and moved away from her, otherwise they might've been a permanent fixture in that mall, all wrapped up in each other. The wind nipped at her ears as they stepped out and she stayed close to his side, the same being true once they were both in the truck, though it was a little more difficult since the seatbelt wasn't as forgiving. She could hold his hand, though, and she'd never say no to that. The thought of kissing the tips of his fingers, like Rose did to Jack in Titanic, crossed her mind but Rachel managed to pull herself back to reality without blushing too much and was relieved when they pulled in front of his house.
Finn loved holding her hand when he drove, even if he had to stretch his arm across the truck. He didn't mind, although he told himself to move their stuff from the middle seat next time so she could sit right beside him. When he pulled up to his house, he led the way inside and took his shoes off by the door. "What do you wanna do?" he asked her.
Rachel liked the way that Finn held her hand, like it was something that was first nature to him. He didn't squeeze too tight or make her hand sweaty, and even his hand was much bigger than hers, they didn't feel clunky or awkward when they were joined. Just perfect, she thought as they pulled up to his house and went inside. "You could show me around? I mean, I've only seen your kitchen and your living room." Rachel didn't want to come right out and say she wanted to see his room, especially since he'd seen hers, but she most definitely did. There was a lot to know about a person just based on the place they spent the most time.
Finn "Okay!" he nodded his head and grabbed her hand again as he walked her down the hall. "So.. This is my mom's room." he said as he past the master bedroom. "And the bathroom.." he opened the door to the basement and walked down the stairs. "And my room is down here." he said and walked her through a large space, where just a couch sat. "There used to be a TV down here, but Puck and I broke it one time.. So.. Now it's just like a room to sit." he said with a laugh and then opened his door to his room. "And my room."
Rachel followed Finn through his house, imagining the things that had happened there over the course of the life he shared with his mom. So many questions, a lot of them having to do with his dad but she knew better than to ask about that so she put it at the back of her mind for another time. It was his room that she was anxious to see and when he opened the door, she smiled a little. "It seems very," Rachel walked around, then turned to look back at him, "you."
Finn stood in the doorway of his bedroom as Rachel looked around. He was glad that he had cleaned his room, so this wasn't too embarrassing. He had posters of his favorite bands on he wall, along with a bookshelf with mostly CD's. "I'd hope so." he joked softly. He had been in the same bedroom his whole life, which would explain the embarrassing cowboy wallpaper that still lined the walls. It peeled in some places, but for the most part it was there forever, he figured.
Rachel's fingers touched the cowboy wall paper, a smile tugging at her lips. "Mine was stars." The words weren't directed at anyone particular, just something to say as she touched his posters, his CDs. She somehow felt swept up in him at the moment, like everything she needed to know about this boy was right in front of her. All she had to do was look around, and touch his life, and that would somehow make him more hers. And when she finally circled around to him, she kissed him with ease, her fingers lacing through his. "I like it here."
Finn bit his lip as he watched her. Her comment made him smile, at least he wasn't the only one with cheesy childhood wallpaper. Although she had clearly taken the initiative to get rid of hers. Finn's mother had told him he could get rid of the wallpaper, but it seemed like every time he thought about it they were going through money issues and he didn't dare complain about something as small as wallpaper. It comforted him now somehow, to have something from his childhood around him all the time. He kissed her back, his free hand on her back. "I like you being here." he whispered.
Rachel's lips moved lazily against his, the urgency to not encroach on his space non-existent. It was like being there, and him having let her in, was some kind of admission into an exclusive club and Rachel felt like staying until she was kicked out. "Get used to it, since I plan on being her as often as I can."
Finn ran his hand along her back and nodded his head. "We can go look at my drums if you want.."
Rachel was tempted to stay there, just kissing him all she wanted, but the mention of his drums piqued her interest. That's really why she'd wanted to come to his house - with making out being a close second. There was no guarantee, of course, that he'd play for her. Still, she'd taking just seeing the thing he had a passion for if that's what he was willing to offer her. "That sounds like a good idea to me."
Finn led her back upstairs and to the garage door. He stepped into the cold concrete room and flipped the light on. In the corner, his drums sat alone. "This is them." he said, running his finger along one of them.
Rachel cupped her arms, wrapping herself in them, as they stepped into the garage, the cold apparent as soon as they stepped through the door. They didn't look as new or well-kept as the ones in the choir room, but that didn't really mean anything other than they'd been played more. He seemed enamored with them, touching them with the same care that he touched her. The thought made Rachel's cheeks shade pink, a fact that could be easily explained away by the cold. Clearly, she wasn't on the same level as his drums but it was clear that he cared a great deal about them and the music he made with them. "When did you get them?" She stepped closer, the warmth of his body drawing her near.
Finn looked at her with a small smile. "I got them when I was 11. My mom dated this guy, he was a musician.. I mean, kind of. He was really cool, I thought he was like the coolest person ever. He was teaching me how to play them and then he and my mom got in this huge fight and he left. I used to sit out here and listen to music and he came and found me before he left and told me to keep playing, that music was the most important love affair I was ever going to have.. Or something cheesy like that. So they're super old, but they're cool. They're vintage, I guess." he smiled.
Rachel was a little surprised that he'd told her the whole story behind his drums, but she was glad too. Between the bedroom, and this moment, she was getting a glimpse at the personal side of Finn that she had a feeling he didn't show everyone, even if they'd seen these things. "Very vintage." She let go of her cold arm so she could put it around his back, even though he towered over her. "I know you said before you didn't really want to but... will you play for me?" She looked up, eyes big. "Just one song."
Finn "I don't know.. Do you promise you won't think it's stupid?" he asked nervously.
Rachel she turned to face him, her lips touching his cheek softly, encouragingly. "I'm a firm believer that music can't be stupid. As long as it comes from in here." She put her hand in the middle of his chest, knowing that she was being incredibly cheesy right now but truly believing she was right. Stepping back, she leaned against the garage wall, waiting for him.
Finn sighed and nodded his head "Okay.. Just one time and if you hate it, don't tell me." he said as he moved around to sit at the drums. He turned around to press play on his stereo, flipping songs until he finally chose Anyway You Want It by Journey. He looked up at Rachel nervously before beginning to drum along to the music. When he finished, he turned the music off and turned to her.
Rachel: As Rachel watched Finn play, listened to the precision of sounds he made, something happened and it would have frightened her if she hadn’t been so ready for it. This, she knew, was the moment that she’d always say she fell head over heels in love with Finn Hudson. Even if they hadn’t known each other that long, or she didn’t know nearly enough about him to feel the way she did, it didn’t change anything. Her heart was sold - by his music, by his sweet smile – and there was no getting it back. She had to be cool, though, and she knew it. So she moved forward, leaning over his drum set, and kissed his cheek. "It was really good. You were really good."
Finn smiled when she complimented him. He should have known there was nothing to worry about with Rachel. "Thank you." he said softly. "I haven't played in a while, it felt really good."
Rachel moved around the instrument, leaning against Finn and resting her arm around his shoulders. It was one of the few times she was able to do this, and she liked the feeling of being able to look down on his face the way he did hers all the time. "It's too bad that you don't get to do it more often. Not to push, but the offer to play in the choir room still stands if you want." She was going to drop the issue, not wanting him to feel like he had to do something he didn't want to, just because she asked. "Can you show me?" She smiled, a little curious. "To play a little, I mean."
Finn "Oh yeah, thanks." he gave her a small smile. He wasn't sure if he would ever take up the offer, but he was glad that Rachel was supportive. "Yeah, come here." he opened his arms so she could sit on his lap and handed her the drumsticks.
Rachel took the drumsticks from Finn, holding them at the ends between both her hands. She couldn't tell what made her more nervous - sitting in his lap or looking like an idiot while she tried to play - but she wanted him to know that he could trust her with this and that she wanted to be a part of his life in any way she could. Sure, she probably wasn't going to master the drums, or even be good at them, but she wanted to try. For him. "Okay." She settled in his lap, her arms bent at the elbows and the sticks raised. "What do I do now?"
Finn "Okay, so.. Hold them like this." he grabbed her wrists and then gently moved on to hit the drums with. "And just hit these in a way that sounds good.. Whatever sounds good to you."
Rachel tried to follow Finn's guidance, tapping the drums lightly at first before trying to get a rhythm going. She wasn't very good, and she knew it, but she didn't have to be - this was his passion, after all. All she had to do was try. After a few minutes, she stopped. "I think this is best left to the pros." She turned her head to look at him, a smile on her face. "I might just stick with singing and dancing." She kissed his chin quickly. "But it was fun having you show me. You're a really good teacher."
Finn let go of her hands when she started to play, wrapping his arms around her instead. He laughed softly at her words. "I didn't do much teaching, but thank you. It's kind of hot watching you play." he said, half joking.
Rachel 's chin drops, a shy expression hidden from him as she relishes in the exquisite feeling of his arms around her waist. "Oh, really? I guess you know a little bit of how it feels to watch you play then." She leans back against him, her hands covering his now. "This feels nice."
Finn grinned as she called him hot. He kissed the top of her head and nodded in agreement "I like just hanging out with you like this. It's so much better than school."
Rachel couldn't disagree that this time with him was much better than any class she could have gone to. It was even better than glee club, though she never would have admitted that to anyone who was actually in the club. They'd have skewered her, which they so often liked to do. "I don't think that the principal, teachers, or our parents would agree. But I think you're right." She turned a little, happy to be able to kiss him however she wanted without the prying eyes of adults to stop her or the strict rules about that sort of thing in the high school halls.
Finn "Eh, who cares about them right now?" he asked playfully. He closed his eyes as she kissed him, holding her close. "We should go out Friday night."
Rachel got so wrapped up in the kiss, she almost didn't hear him asking her out. "I think we should too. Maybe go to a movie, or go bowling." Her nose wrinkled a little and she chuckled softly as she'd never been bowling and she had no desire to wear shoes other people had worn. "Or anything you had in mind when you suggested it."
Finn "Bowling sounds fun!" He said with a nod. "Oh, we could go to Spin City. Have you been? They have roller skating, bowing, and laser tag."
Rachel shook her head, not having really done any of those things except roller skating several times when she was younger. Needless to say, it'd been a painful experience, especially on her backside. Still, he sounded excited about it. "No, I haven't, but it sounds like something we can try. Who knows, it might actually be fun."
Finn "It will be so much fun. We should totally go."
Rachel squeezed his hand, and nodded. "It's a date, then. Just promise that if I roller skate, you'll catch me before my butt hits the ground. Experience has taught me that it really hurts after a few times."
Finn "I promise I won't let you get hurt."
Rachel reached up, bending her arm back a little so her hand was on the side of Finn's face. "I know. You haven't yet." She'd doubted everything about him in the beginning, including that he'd be sincere enough to care whether or not she was hurt. Now, though, the trust was there and she knew she was always safe with him.
Finn gave her a smile. "Well I'm excited."
Rachel felt Finn's enthusiasm rubbing off on her a little, and she almost felt a little excited at the prospect of their date as well. "I can see. Has it been awhile since you got to do something fun like that?"
Finn "Yeah, it's been forever. Everyone thinks that's kid stuff, I guess. But I don't care, it's fun."
Rachel nodded. "Who do you know that doesn't think we're all kids?" It was rhetorical question more than it was anything else, but Rachel had a feeling that, in most instances, he had people surrounding him that tried to be more grown-up than they were. She couldn't deny that she had to be at times, but given the choice, not pretending was the route she enjoyed. "I'm more than happy to be a kid with you for a little while."
Finn "I really like that you're like this.. You don't care what people will think about what you're doing. Everyone around me cares way too much, and it makes things boring."
Rachel "I care what some people think sometimes. I'm not immune to judgment." Mostly, though, she did what she wanted, even if it meant fall out or ridicule. "I just don't believe in not doing what I enjoy because other people think it's weird or uncool."
Finn "I know that you probably care sometimes, but you don't like.. Not do things just because you want to look cool."
Rachel shrugged a little. "I don't need to impress other people for the most part. I like who I am. And obviously I'm not the only one." She glanced at him with a soft expression playing on her face. "If other people don't like me, I can't really do anything about that since they have no reason to other than their own pettiness."
Finn felt guilty then because he had definitely been one of those petty people not that long ago. Instead of saying anything, he leaned in and gave her a kiss. "I like you."
Rachel almost forgot about the cold of the garage as she sat there, letting him kiss her and hold her and tell her that he liked her. It was such a small thing, but it meant so much to her. No one had ever said it the way he meant it, and a part of her felt an acceptance she'd always longed for deep down. "I like you too." She rose from his lap and took him by the hand. "Let's go back inside. It's freezing out here." She shifted a little from one foot to another before stepping in the door. "Maybe we can hang out in your room."
Finn stood up with a nod of his head. "Sure." he agreed and walked back into his room. He sat on the foot of his bed "My room's pretty boring." he said with a laugh.
Rachel followed him, standing across for a moment as he sat on the edge of his bed. "My room isn't that exciting either, but it didn't seem to bother you much." She finally sat, her legs tucked under her skirt as she reached for his hand and pulled him to the side of the bed she was sitting on. "It's all a matter of making it interesting." She kissed him, at first delicately like she knew she was supposed to, then...differently, like she hadn't before. Her fingers laced through his hair as she did, and her mouth opened a little, a sigh escaping as he seemed to put up no resistance.
Finn sat close beside her. He was nervous to make out with her again after last time, but he figured after they kind of talked about it, things would be okay. Besides, how was he supposed to get anywhere with the bet if he didn't man up and be a little more assertive? "We can make it interesting." he smiled before her lips were on his. The way she kissed him this time was unlike she'd done before. He groaned slightly as he gladly kissed her back. His hand moved to her thigh and he pushed back on her just slightly to get her to lay down, his lips still on hers.
Rachel felt slightly exhilarated at the sound Finn made as she kissed him, her confidence sky high as he eased her onto her back. His hand on her thigh felt a little different, and strange, but she didn't feel a sense of warning in it. That was the thing about trust - she didn't have to worry that he didn't care about her like she had before. She sighed, which could have been taken as a quiet moan, and ran her fingers through his hair as she swiped her tongue against his bottom lip.
Finn's lips parted as he felt her tongue against his lip. She was being much less reserved and he was going to take advantage of every second. His own tongue ventured out as he let his hand move under her skirt to her bare thigh, pausing mid-thigh to not push any limits.
Rachel felt Finn's tongue brush hers, a little surprised at how different it felt from how they normally kissed. It made her flush, and her heart felt like it would burst as his hand moved a little higher up her thigh. She knew she should have stopped him, but his hand was gentle and felt soft against her skin. Her head was swimming, all the emotions melting together, making them indecipherable to her.
Finn's mind was running back to all of Rachel's texts, saying that maybe things would heat up between them soon. He wanted her, and not just because of the bet or because he was a hormonal teenage boy, but for all the right reasons for once. He wanted to be as close with her as possible. He let his lips move from hers, just enough so he could speak "Can I touch you?" he asked in a whisper, hoping she knew that it was okay to say no.
Rachel's chest tightened, like she couldn't get air in, when his quiet words seemed to echo in her ear. The breath she could get out seemed to catch in her throat as she looked at him, his face inches from her. Was it wrong or right - Rachel didn't know. She wanted to, though, and maybe the only way she could was to let him show her. "Yes. Just... be gentle." She felt slightly embarrassed and a little insecure. "No one's ever..." She didn't have to finish, since she was sure he already knew.
Finn almost chuckled when she asked him to be gentle, but he knew better than to do so. When she went on, he shook his head and gave her a small kiss. "It's okay. It will feel good, I promise." he couldn't actually say for sure whether it would feel good, since he wasn't a girl and he really only gauged this from reactions he'd gotten from Quinn. He let his hand move between her legs, his lips moving back to hers in a lazy kiss as he pressed his fingers against her over her panties.
Rachel tried to relax, letting her thighs part slightly for him. His hand against her panties sent a shudder through Rachel's body and she had to resist the urge to jerk away. She tried to focus on the kiss, the way his chest was rising and falling against hers as he breathed with her.
Finn pulled his lips away from hers so he could move them to her neck, knowing she liked that. He decided that since she had given him permission, he wouldn't be so timid and he moved his hand into her panties, letting his finger run along her slit before he gently began to rub her clit. He was nervous, mostly because she hadn't done any of this at all before and he didn’t want to somehow scare her off from the idea.
Rachel felt a surge of heat spreading from her belly downward as Finn touched her and her breath came out in a small gasp as he fingers moved against her clit. She'd touched herself like this before, just to experiment, but there was a definitive difference when Finn did it. If she was being honest, she hadn't imagined he'd be as gentle as he was since she'd heard and read that most boys were clueless about what felt good for girls. He was being considerate of her, though, and the thought of it made some of the tension she was feeling ease away.
Finn hearing her gasp, Finn put more pressure on her neck. He could feel her excitement growing and it was causing the same effect on him in return. "Does that feel good?" he asked softly, pulling away to look down at her.
Rachel could feel her own arousal and she would have been embarrassed by how turned on she was had it not been for Finn's calm demeanor. Whether he knew it or not, he was keeping her calm and when asked her how she felt, she found his lips before nodding her head slightly. "Yes. It's... it feels good when you do it."
Finn "Just.. Tell me when to stop if you don't like it." he said quietly before his lips moved back to hers in a heated kiss. As his lips moved against hers, he stopped his movement between her legs to hesitantly try something else. Slowly, he pushed his finger into her, waiting until he got any kind of reaction before he did anything else.
Rachel whimpered and her hands, which had been weakly hanging onto Finn's sides, tightened into fists, his shirt bunched in them, as he eased a finger inside her. It wasn't painful, but uncomfortable in the way that new things always were. Rachel hadn't gotten this far on her own so she didn't know how she was supposed to react, or if she even liked this as much as what he'd been doing. Still... she knew there would be no knowing if he stopped. "It's okay." She kissed him with slightly trembling lips. "Keep going."
Finn moved his free hand to run over her hair as she told him to keep going. "Okay." he whispered. His hand moved again, letting his finger begin to pump into her slowly.
Rachel almost forgot about her discomfort as he touched her hair, a gesture she found comforting. That was what she'd wanted from all of this, and from every minute they spent together. Just his affection and kindness. Her hands released his shirt so she could bring him back to their kiss with one, and touch his arm just to feel some other part of him.
Finn kissed her passionately as he let his finger move inside of her. He had to admit, he was surprised that everything had heated up so quickly between them, not just today but in general. He liked it though, and he wasn't going to question what was happening one bit.
Rachel wasn't sure when it happened or what Finn was doing, but the feeling of him moving inside her changed from what it had been to... good. Rachel was almost afraid to admit that to herself, let alone Finn, but he deserved to know she was enjoying what he did to her. "It feels so good." Her words came out clipped, and breathy. "I wish... I could make you feel good too."
Finn her words urged him to keep going. She was feeling good, and he was loving making her that way. When she said she wanted him to feel good too, he wanted so badly to tell her what she could do, but instead he shook his head. "It's okay, babe.. Just enjoy yourself."
Rachel faltered a little when he Finn shook his head, but shut her brain down so she wouldn't make the situation as confusing and awkward as it had been the last time they were like this. Instead, she focused on every sensation running through her body, and the boy who was doing it to her, until she felt the unmistakable twitch of orgasm - she'd manage to give herself those - take hold. "Finn."
Finn could tell Rachel was coming undone, from the way her body shook under him and the tightening around his finger. He moved his hand once he was sure her body had calmed down a little and pressed a small kiss to her lips.
Rachel felt unsteady as she came down, the high she'd hit being something she'd never been able to make herself feel, and suddenly vulnerable and exposed. And a flood of questions racked her brain - whys or why nots, mostly - and she though she tried to turn her mind off to the cloying voice that was screaming she wasn't good enough but it was impossible. "I didn't expect all of that to happen." She looked at him, feeling self-conscious. "You were very sweet about it. That's probably why... you know... it was good."
Finn chuckled softly when she said she hadn't expected for that to happen. " I didn't either, but I'm glad it did." he said. He gave her a small smile at her next words. "Well, I'm glad." he leaned down to give her another kiss.
Rachel let him kiss her, and when his lips parted from hers, it was like a deluge of words hit her tongue and she couldn't stop. "I'm not easy. Not that you thought I was. I just wanted to say I'm not. I really don't just let boys touch me like that all the time." She was babbling like a lunatic and she knew it, but she didn't know why. Or she did, and just didn't want to admit it to herself. "I just... wanted you to know that. And that I meant it when I said I've never..." Just shut up, she told herself.
Finn 's eyes got big as she started explaining that she wasn't easy. "Rachel, I know. I don't think you're easy.. I'm sorry if this made you feel bad." he said, pulling away. He didn't want her to feel guilty for anything, especially when nothing had really happened.
Rachel looked down, busying herself smoothing her skirt after she saw how big Finn's eyes got. "I know. I wasn't saying... you didn't make me feel..." She stopped, biting the inside of her mouth hard so she would. "I'm doing it again, aren't I?" It would have been funny if it wasn't so embarrassing. "I'm making everything weird." Pushing herself up a little, she forced herself to look at Finn.
Finn "I just don't want you to think you're doing something wrong, I guess.. I'm sorry." he scrunched his nose, looking down at his hands.
Rachel shook her head. Why this side of being with him had to be the hardest part for her, Rachel didn't know. She truly wished it would be anything else, but it wasn't and she was just going to have to find a way to deal with it. Turning his face up and towards hers, she kissed him. "Don't be sorry. I want to be like this with you." She touched her forehead to his. "And you're the only person I've ever felt that way about."
Finn's eyes fell on hers "Do you promise you don't feel guilty? I just wanted to make you feel good." he said softly.
Rachel kissed the corner of his mouth, taking his hand in hers. "I promise. The only thing I feel is glad that you are willing to be understanding of a lot of things about me, including that I say things that I think before I even think them through, like just now." She looked down at their joined hands. "I always feel good when I'm with you."
Finn nodded his head "I feel good when I'm with you too." he gave her a small smile.
Rachel reached up, his smile feeling as good against the tips of her fingers as it had against her lips. It made her forget all of her insecurities, or how self-conscious she'd been before. The smile always revealed a part of him she felt stayed hidden most of the time and she liked seeing that boy come out. "Good. I meant what I said though about making you feel good too."
Finn "Yeah?" he asked with raised eyebrows. "You don't have to if you don't want to.. But.." he shrugged.
Rachel could feel the nerves begin to prick under her skin, starting in her arms then radiating through the rest of her. She didn't feel pressured, which is what she assumed Finn meant when he asked if she wanted to, but she wasn't sure he'd want her to since she didn't know anything about it. "I want to. You just... have to show me."
Finn "Okay.." he said quietly and lay back. "Come here." he said as he got comfortable against the pillows.
Rachel could feel the anxiety settling in her stomach as she moved close to Finn. She didn't know if she was supposed to, but she kissed him first, hoping it would calm her like it had before.
Finn kissed her back, wrapping his arm around her. He wasn't sure what to do to show her what he wanted, but he figured just grabbing her hand and leading it down to the button of his jeans would give her a first idea.
Rachel knew that undoing his pants was the first step, but she liked the reassuring feel of his hand on hers. It kept it her from shaking as she undid the button and lowered the zipper. Her hand lingered low on his torso before she moved it into his jeans. She mimicked the way he'd rubbed her through her panties, her hand feeling what she imagined was the outline of his erection through the material.
Finn feeling her hand over him caused him with let out a small groan. He knew it wouldn't take much to make him hard, which was embarrassing but he figured it would be a good thing right now. He watched her before pressing his lips back to hers in a deep kiss.
Rachel concentrated on her hand as Finn kissed her, making sure she was giving him what he needed even though his lips were distracting. When she felt a little more confident, she pushed at his jeans, and his boxer shorts. She'd only ever seen male parts in science class and the tips of her ears went a little red once Finn was completely exposed. She had to look away after she'd wrapped her hand around it, stroking tentatively. She wanted to ask if she was doing okay, but didn't want to sound stupid.
Finn lifted his hips for her when she pushed his pants down. When her hand wrapped around him, he groaned again, his lips finding her neck in a soft kiss as he grew in her hand.
Rachel's eyelids fluttered as he kissed her neck. She felt strangely at ease, even though she had no idea what to do other than just find a comfortable pace and stroke unless he told her otherwise. It was challenging, since she didn't want to go at the wrong pace or squeeze too hard or not enough. She could understand why this kind of intimacy, even if it wasn't a big deal to him or any other guy, could be nerve-wracking to girls.
Finn hoped she knew that she was doing the right thing, not that there was really anything to it. He hadn't had this kind of action in a while, and he knew it wasn't going to last long because of that. "Feels so good." he whispered against her skin.
Rachel couldn't help the quiet sound she made when the heat of Finn's words blazed against her skin. She was equal parts shocked and turned on by the fact that she had that kind of power over him right now, that she could turn him on. She wanted him to feel good and she was making that happen. Finding his lips, she nipped at the bottom one, knowing he liked it as she continued to pump with her hand.
Finn could feel himself nearing the edge, everything Rachel was doing driving him closer and closer. "I'm close.." he warned her softly with another moan. It didn't take much longer before his body tensed as he spilled onto her hand. He gave her another long kiss before pulling his pants up. "I uh.. I'll show where the bathroom is." he said with a nervous laugh as he stood up, buttoning his pants to lead her to the door next to his bedroom.
Rachel watched Finn's face intently as he climaxed, the way his mouth fell open slightly and his eyes snapped shut as his head pressed back a little. She was glad, though, that he kissed her after, distracting her from the mess in her hand. She hadn't expected that, but she didn't make any issue of it as he showed her to the bathroom. She stared at herself in the mirror as she let her hand run under the warm water before soaping it. There wasn't any part of her face that wasn't recognizable - was she suppose to look different? She tried not to linger on it, since thinking too much had always been her problem, and dried her hands before going back into Finn's room.
Finn walked back into his bedroom and fell back on the bed with a happy sigh. He was more than happy that he had decided to ask Rachel to ditch school with him now. Thoughts of the bet were far from his mind as he made himself comfortable again. When Rachel walked back in, he smiled at her. "School is ending by now." he commented.
Rachel stood against the wall, hands behind her. She wasn't sure how to be in this situation, or if what they'd done wasn't as big a deal to him as it was to her. He was talking about school, which meant that it couldn't have been. Looking down, she tried to think of a response that didn't seem like she was making a big deal out of nothing. "What time are you supposed to meet your mom?"
Finn "Like five or six. It's not a rush thing, she'll just go on break whenever I get there." he shrugged.
Rachel gave an imperceptible nod. "Oh. I just didn't want to keep you if you had to go since I know that's pretty important."
Finn "Oh yeah.. Well if you want to go home now, we can start toward your house. We can grab a drink at the gas station on the way."
Rachel felt her throat close a little, a self-preserving instinct to keep her from crying, she thought. She didn't think this was how these things happened, which was a little surprising since she knew Noah and how he was towards girls... after. Finn was different than her friend, and she'd expected something more than a cheap gas station soda, even if it hadn't been actual sex. "That's okay. I can just walk. It gives me time to think about things when I do. Some of my best ideas for solos in glee club come from when I'm walking." It was a lie, but she'd told it so coolly, with such composure that she almost couldn't believe it was her doing it. "It was nice of you to offer, though. Thank you."
Finn paused, confused "You don't want me to take you home? Is everything okay?"
Rachel shifted uncomfortably, forcing herself not to look at the floor or even away from Finn. "What wouldn't be okay?" And how did he know, she wondered as she held her eyes open so long that they started to burn.
Finn "I don't know, you're acting weird..." he said cautiously.
Rachel frowned. "It might be helpful for you to know that telling a girl she's weird after we just..." She stopped, frustrated and angry at herself for being so dramatic. "This is who I am, kind of a mess sometimes."
Finn "I didn't mean it like you're weird.." he sometimes felt like he was walking on eggshells with her. "I'm sorry."
Rachel shook her head, hair falling over her face and hiding a slightly quivering lip. She couldn't cry - not now and not in front of him like a complete idiot - and she wasn't going to. It just felt like she was. "Don't be. You didn't do anything to be sorry about. I'm just making something out of nothing."
Finn move to the edge of his bed, so confused by what he did. "Can I at least know what this something is..?"
Rachel "I just thought... things like this were different. It wasn't 'let's hook up then I'll talk about school getting and taking you home but get you a soda on the way'." Her cheeks were bright red, and she wanted for a hole to open up in his bedroom floor so she could crawl into it. "Maybe I expected too much, and that's my fault, not yours."
Finn "I was just making conversation when I mentioned school..." he looked down at his hands. "And like, you acted like you wanted to leave.. So.." he stood up. "I kind of thing that maybe I should go to the hospital now.." he said, feeling like thing were getting awkward and he was apparently saying wrong thing after wrong thing.
Rachel felt her stomach clench, a wave of sickness knotting hard in the same place every good feeling she'd had not long ago had begun. "Okay." She swept her hair back, catching the corner of her eye and the tear it was threatening to spill, and looked at him. She tried to steady herself, and look strong, feel strong, but she had a feeling that's not how it was going to come off. "This was a big deal to me. It meant something." Swallowing hard, she just stood, not able to look away. "I just wanted you to know that."
Finn "I know it did.. It meant something to me too. I don't know how you expect me to act.." he picked at his long sleeve.
Rachel crossed her arm over her stomach, holding her elbow as if bracing herself. "Maybe that. Or just... that it was nice. I don't know. I don't know about any of this or how it works. I was kind of hoping you would since you've had a girlfriend and you've had all these experiences." She couldn't look at him anymore, her eyes swimming with tears that she hated. "I don't know if you noticed but I get a little unsure of myself in these situations. It's mostly because I like you. A lot. And I want you to like me too. I've never been like that and I don't really know how to be."
Finn "I am acting with you the way I have with Quinn.." he shook his head. "I already like you, Rachel. You don't need to doubt yourself all the time."
Rachel almost snapped, 'I'm not Quinn,' but she knew he wasn't being literal. He was just trying to make her understand. Maybe that's what she needed to do, she thought. She had to accept that things might not be how she pictured them in her head, and that he was who he was, just like she was. "You're right."
Finn "Okay... I feel like the day was kind of ruined so maybe we should just.. I can take you home now."
Rachel felt simultaneous tears roll down her cheeks, turning quickly in his door so he wouldn't see. "I'm sorry you feel that way. Just know... it was really special. Especially when you taught me drums." Her eyes closed, and she smiled to herself as she imagined him there, playing them then showing her. "I'm just going to walk. But I'll text you when I get home." Wiping her face, she turned back to kiss his cheek quickly. "Have a nice dinner with your mom."
Finn frowned as she spoke. He hated that he was always saying the wrong thing with her, but he wasn't sure how to redeem himself. "Don't cry, Rachel." he stopped her when she turned toward him. "I mean, just like tell me how to fix whatever just happened because I'm still not sure what I did wrong.."
Rachel was tempted to put her arms around him, but what she really wanted was for him to do it first. If she was being honest with herself, that's all she'd wanted since she'd come back in his room. For him to make her feel adored. Taking his face in her hands instead, she forced him to look directly at her. "You didn't do anything wrong. I mean that. I'm the one that overreacted." She sighed, dropping her hands. "This is all new and different to me so I don't know what's right or wrong. I just know what I want and that's for you to just... want me close."
Finn looked into her eyes when she cupped his face. He nodded his head and hesitantly wrapped his arms around her. "I do want you close. You wouldn't be here right now if that weren't true."
Rachel knew that it was silly, and a little clingy, but she burrowed herself into Finn as his arms came around her, her face buried in his chest. She stayed like that for a minute or so, then leaned up again to kiss him. "I'm sorry." There was a quirk of an apologetic smile threatening her lips. "Can we go back to before I had a meltdown so this can still be a good day? Because it has been. The best day, really."
Finn nodded his head "Yeah.. We can pretend this didn't happen." he said, running his hand along her back.
Rachel was relieved that he could let things go so easily. It would make things easier for them in the long run, especially since Rachel was the exact opposite. "You know, you make a case for skipping school a lot more often. This could spell trouble for me." Her voice was almost teasing, trying to ease whatever tension was left.
Finn smiled a little "Well I told you it would be better than being at school." He shrugged.
Rachel shook her head a little, trying hard not to give him complete satisfaction in being right. "You did. Though, I feel like half the reason it was so fun was because I was part of it. Without me, it would've been quite boring."
Finn laughed softly "I don't deny that at all." he looked down at her with a lopsided grin.
Rachel couldn't get over his smile, how charming it was when he looked at her that way. "Good. I am very impressive, after all. Except when I'm, you know...." She nodded a little, shrugging her shoulders. "A little over the top."
Finn "Nah, you're always impressive." he kissed her forehead.
Rachel could have stayed in his arms like they were now all day, not a care in the world. She wouldn't admit it, because it would undoubtedly hurt his feelings, but this felt as good as being intimate with him. "You're sweet to say so, but it can't be easy for you. Getting use to my disposition and all."
Finn "I mean.. I guess I'm just bad with words all the time." he shrugged.
Rachel shook her head slightly before kissing him slowly. "No you aren't. I think we just have to get use to each other. I've never had a boyfriend but it's probably like anything else that's new. It just takes time to adjust." Pulling at his hand, she moved back to the bed. "Maybe we could just sit here and talk for a bit before you go get your mom."
Finn "Yeah, I guess so." He nodded his head. "We can do that." He said and down on his bed again. "What do you want to talk about?"
Rachel half shrugged and leaned into him, his hand still in hers. "Anything really. I just wanted an excuse to sit here next to you for a little bit longer. But..." Why this thought came to her, and why she was asking him, was beyond her. "What's it like being in love? I never have been and I'm a little curious."
Finn "Um..." He looked down as he thought about his answer. "I don't know. You're just like happy whenever you think about them and you want to be with them all the time and even like the things that drive you and everyone else crazy, you're cool because it makes them.. Them. And you'd do anything you could to make them happy." He looked over at her.
Rachel had to look down when he looked at her so he wouldn't see the blush in her cheeks. It all sounded so simple, but so important at the same time. "See... you know the exact right things to say. The way you describe it makes it easy to understand why everyone wants to be in love or feel that way."
Finn "It's a really good feeling. While it lasts." He nodded his head.
Rachel couldn't imagine what she was feeling for Finn doing anything but getting stronger, so the idea of it not lasting seemed an overwhelming improbability. Even if she knew that he was right - sometimes, it didn't last. "I bet it is."
Finn "You've never thought you were in love?" He asked.
Rachel could feel her pulse jump faster than it had been, even when they'd been fooling around. She couldn't come right out and say that she felt like she was right now, because she knew that would be too much. She also didn't want to be completely dishonest. "I've thought I could be, but I think everyone thinks that, don't they?"
Finn "I don't know... I didn't until Quinn." He shrugged.
Rachel had been prepared to hear about Quinn, though she still wasn't very happy about it. "You were really in love with her then? It wasn't just that you liked her a lot but it was the real thing."
Finn "Of course I loved her. She was really important to me."
Rachel nodded, thinking about how it was possible that Quinn had made him feel the way he was making her feel. It was a hard pill to swallow, but it wasn't the here and now. Finn was with her because he wanted to be - he'd said so - and no amount of dislike for Quinn on Rachel's part was going to change that. "I imagine she liked being that person to you. And you to her too."
Finn "She always says we were each other's first love and we will always be in love because of that.. I don't believe that. I kind of wish I did though." He admitted. "How did I start talking about her?" He asked with a laugh.
Rachel shook her head, not really knowing what it was directed at but glad that she had an opening to talk about anything but Quinn Fabray. "I asked about being in love so she was unavoidable. Who knows, maybe I'll bore you with my 'first love' store someday. You know, after I've actually had one."
Finn "I bored you?" He asked playfully. "You'll have one soon."
Rachel tried to cover her expression of surprise at what had to be a joke, but she felt like she was failing miserably. "No... of course you didn’t. I...I hope you're right. It sounds amazing with the right person."
Finn nodded his head "I'm getting kind of hungry, they better have some good food at the hospital tonight."
Rachel hadn't realized there was actually 'good' food at a hospital. "Do you eat there a lot with her?"
Finn "Mm.. I don't know. It's kind of hard to sometimes because her breaks aren't always consistent."
Rachel nodded. "Understandable. I still think it's nice that you make the effort. I bet she does too. Seeing you is probably just what she needs in the middle of a long day at work."
Finn "I know she likes it, but I don't know, it usually doesn't last very long so I don't know if it makes a difference."
Rachel turned slightly, reaching up to place a hand on his cheek. "Trust me, it matters a lot more than you think. Especially to your mom. I know that I don't know her really but I don't doubt that she loves you and seeing you reminds her that she's working so hard for a reason." Rachel kissed him, a warm feeling spreading through her chest. She wondered if she'd ever get use to that, or to his unassuming nature. Part of her hoped not because she'd miss the feeling he gave her if it did.
Finn "Yeah, you're probably right. She does a lot of stuff for me.. That's kind of why I want to get a job and like, help out." he smiled against her lips and wrapped his arms around her as he lay back.
Rachel let Finn ease them both back, then curled in a little more closely. His arms, she decided, were quickly becoming one of her favorite places to be. "I bet she'd appreciate that too. Actually, I think she'd probably appreciate anything you do for her. She seems like a really good mom that way."
Finn "She is a pretty awesome mom." he nodded his head with a smile.
Rachel twisted the hem of his t-shirt around her fingers absently. "It must be nice. Having a mom that is. Sometimes, I think about what it would be like but... it's just not one of those things that's easy to imagine."
Finn 's smile faltered a little and he pressed a kiss to her head. "You've never met her?"
Rachel saw Finn's face fall slightly, and she felt bad for laying something like that at his feet. Friend, boyfriend, whatever his status in her life was, he didn't have to bare the weight of her family life. That definitely wasn't fair to him, especially when she knew he had his own family traumas. "No. My dad asked me if I wanted to once and I said no because I didn't want to hurt his feelings."
Finn "Do you want to meet her?"
Rachel had asked herself that question for years, the answers always varying. "Sometimes. When big things happen that you really just want to talk to another female about, I would at least like to have one to talk to. Like today, between us. I definitely can't talk to my dad about it, but maybe her I could have. Then there are the times when I'm okay that she's not in my life."
Finn "I'm sorry, Rach.. I'm sure it's not easy. I mean, I guess I kind of know. Like I couldn't talk to my dad about anything either so I had to kind of figure things out on my own. It's tough, but I think it makes people like you and me stronger, ya know?"
Rachel normally scoffed at people who said things like Finn was, but most of those people didn't know what it was like to have just one parent. Finn did, and the words finally felt sincere. Like she could trust that it wasn't just some half-hearted ruse to make her feel a way she didn't. "It must be just as hard not to have a father for you as it is not to have a mother for me. I think you're right, though. We have gotten this far and come through things okay. And it's a little easier having someone who understands on some level."
Finn "Exactly. If you need to like, talk to someone, I'm sure my mom would be cool with you coming to her."
Rachel believed that Finn's mother wouldn't mind playing surrogate to her from time to time based solely on the fact that his mother was adamantly fond of her son and if something was important to him, it was to her too. "I will keep that in mind. There are still things I definitely could not talk to her about."
Finn "Yeah.. You could leave stuff like today out." he scrunched his nose.
Rachel tried not to notice how cute Finn looked with his face scrunched in what she could only guess was disgust. "You definitely have nothing to worry about. It's unlikely I would tell anyone about it. It's not something I feel the need to broadcast."
Finn "I don't like telling people that kind of stuff either." he assured her with a nod.
Rachel was strangely relieved that he wouldn't be sharing the details of their afternoon together with anyone. "Some things are private, and between the people involved, for a reason. It's good that we're on the same page with that."
Finn "Yeah, of course. I never got that.. I mean, Puck tells me so many things I don't ever feel the need to talk about them ever again." he laughed.
Rachel "You're not alone in that. He tells me things I don't necessarily want to hear about his... 'dates' either. He just needs to find a girl he actually wants to talk to and get to know. He makes it seem impossible with the way he acts."
Finn "Nah, he's totally in love." he nodded his head. "I can't say who though."
Rachel raised an eyebrow, unaware that Noah had been exhibiting some kind of substantial feelings for someone. "Just one girl? I don't believe that."
Finn "Yeah! I swear it, he's like obsessed with her."
Rachel was timed out 12 hours ago
Rachel shrugged, a little annoyed that Noah hadn't divulged this information to her himself, but focusing more on Finn because he was the person that she was with. "It doesn't seem like him, but I suppose if it makes him happy, he should do what he likes. I know he'd say the same to me."
Finn "Yeah, I don't know. I don't think she feels the same way. But we'll see." he shrugged.
Rachel couldn't imagine Noah ever really liking someone, but the thought of him being rejected hurt her heart a bit. More so, in fact, than if someone rejected her. She glanced up at Finn. He'd had plenty of chances not to like her, but he said he did, and the worry of possible dishonesty had faded away sometime between their second date and now. Finn Hudson was hers, whether it was said out loud or not, and she knew without even a fraction of doubt that she was his. It was a good feeling. "True." She stayed silent for a few more minutes. "As much as I'd like to stay, I should probably be home before my dad get home from work. Me actually laying in bed might make my excuse more plausible."
Finn nodded his head "Alright, let's get you home then." he stood up and reached his hand out to help her up as well before leading her back up the stairs and to his truck. He opened her door, then got in and started driving toward her house, humming quietly along with the radio.
Rachel was reluctant to get up, as she truly didn't want to go, but she knew she had to. Even if he was all she would likely think about after he dropped her off. She listened to him humming all to the car radio, and felt confident enough to sing quietly along with him. A bit like a duet, she thought with a smile.
Finn smiled as she sang along. He loved hearing her sing, he wondered why he hadn't realized that before this. He stopped in front of her house and turned toward her so he could lean over and give her a kiss.
Rachel held onto Finn's kiss as long as she could, not wanting to go but knowing that she had to. "Thank you a million times for today." She looked down, a little shy about what she was going to say next. "I'm really happy when I'm with you."
Finn gave her a soft smile "You make me really happy too."
Rachel kissed him again, lingering again longer than she should have. "I'll see you in school. And I'm going to put Friday night in my phone when I get inside."
Finn "Sounds good.. Have a good night."
Rachel climbed out of the truck and waved, a smile on her face, as she walked toward her house.
Finn watched her leave with a smile on his face. He wasn't sure what was happening, but he knew he was getting in deeper than he thought he would.
Ever since Blaine's mention of the facesitting, it's all Kurt can think about. He wasn't kidding when he said he didn't know he wanted it until Blaine mentioned it. Now he wants it more than anything.
Talking about sex with Blaine always turns Kurt on, and this is no exception. He's been half hard since they broached the subject and thinking about riding Blaine's tongue has only kept him in a state of constant arousal.
Blaine's waiting for him at the door, and judging by the expression on his face, he's just as excited as Kurt. Kurt pulls him into a kiss, quick and almost dirty, licking into his mouth and grinding against him.
"Why aren't you naked?" He asked, kissing down the side of Blaine's face and tonguing his mark where it peeked above the collar of his polo. "You should be naked. I don't think I ordered it, but you should definitely be naked. Me too. I should be naked, too."
Blaine:
"Naked, yes," Blaine repeats and even when it's not an order, he takes it as one. "Let me help?"He starts to undress Kurt, not himself. He loves to do that. It feels like unwrapping a package, pretty much the best gift ever, actually. Button by button he reveals Kurt's skin until disappointment sets in. "A tank top? Really? You're wearing ALL the underwear?"Huffing Blaine continues, a little faster this time until he can push Kurt's shirt down his arms and pull his undershirt over his head. "Pants," he says with a tone of determination because obviously that's the next step of the plan. Kurt's naked in no time. He himself is naked in even less time and he grins from ear to ear. "I didn't make the mistake to wear underwear, you know?"Blaine wants to get to the bed, but once again he knows that he has no permission and who knows what Kurt has in mind? He just steps from one foot to the other, nervous about what he's been looking forward to doing since they talked about it. "Bed? Please?"
Kurt:
Before Kurt can reply, he needs to kiss Blaine. So he holds Blaine’s face with both hands and presses their lips together. This time it’s long and slow and full of promise, and when he pulls back, they’re both already starting to breathe heavily. “Bed. Yes.”He waits for Blaine to get settled, taking the time to appreciate how good Blaine looks, and the way the muscles shift beneath his skin, and once Blaine’s laying on the bed, Kurt joins him. He lays beside Blaine at first, not ready to rush the evening, not even when all he can think of is having his knees on either side of Blaine’s face and Blaine’s tongue in his ass.Kurt’s hands are everywhere, touching every part of Blaine he can reach, all while he continues to kiss Blaine. He rolls them over, so he’s on top, but still not ready to do what they’ve been talking about. He kisses down the side of Blaine’s neck, paying special attention to his mark, licking and sucking gently, rolling his hips as the need for friction starts to become too much to igore.“Do you want to touch?” Kurt asks Blaine, looking up from the spot he’s been working over with his lips, “Or do you want me to tie your hands?”
Blaine:
Blaine looks at Kurt and frowns because he honest to God doesn't have an answer to that. He wants to touch, of course he does. Because Kurt's body is a miracle on its own. Lean and strong, a little bit like marble, but so much warmer. But thinking about just lying there, completely open for Kurt without the ability to move his hands sends shivers down Blaine's spine as well. Plus, it's no secret by now that his Dom likes to tie him up."Can I touch you now?" Blaine asks and he doesn't really wait for an answer, but runs his hand over Kurt's back down to his ass where he cups it and squeezes gently. He hums in appreciation when he thinks about the soft skin pressed against his face. "Okay. Okay, I want restraints." Before Kurt can comply Blaine clasps his neck and pulls him in for another kiss. Just one more kiss. Then he watches his Dom pull back to get something from the supply box and Blaine smiles when he sees that his hands won't be tied with rope again, but with a dark red silk cord. It'll leave marks for a few minutes if Kurt does it right. Blaine wiggles a little until he's comfortable. Then he crosses his arms over his head, his eyes never leaving Kurt's face while his hands get tied. Only then he glances at his wrists and he blushes because even now Kurt didn't just fasten the cord, but tied it into a beautiful knot. "Thank you," Blaine whispers and he's aware of the blush that warms his cheeks. "It's so pretty."
Kurt:
Kurt smiles and leans down to kiss Blaine, trailing his fingertips down his arms. "You're beautiful, it's only fitting," he murmurs.The temptation is still there to straddle Blaine's face and take what he has to offer, but Kurt can't bring himself to be that selfish, so he takes a few more minutes kissing. First Blaine's mouth and along his jaw, down his throat and over his upper chest, paying special attention to both nipples in turn and then Blaine's mark again.Kurt throws his leg over Blaine's waist and straddles him, reaching between their bodies to align their cocks and rub them together, groaning softly and then pressing his lip to Blaine's again."I'm going to ride your face," he whispers, blushing at how filthy that is, both in sound and in deed, but liking it anyway. He turns, still sitting on Blaine's lap and slowly moving upwards. Kurt's still leaning over Blaine for now, and he takes a minute to wrap his lips around Blaine's cock.He sucks and Blaine's hips arch up, so Kurt pulls his mouth away and looks over his shoulder. "You don't get to come until after I do." And then he sits up, reaching behind himself to spread his cheeks as he lowers himself over Blaine's face, balancing on his knees.
Blaine:
It should be weird. Because Kurt is sitting on his face. It's not weird at all. Blaine stretches his neck, Kurt's ass pressed against mouth and his nose, and he tries to poke out his tongue. When Blaine can taste his Dom's skin, Kurt wiggles, sinking down deeper on him. He gets pressed into the mattress and it's suffocating in a way, but it's not uncomfortable. Not at all. And then Kurt starts to move. Blaine doesn't have to do anything but feel the shift of Kurt's body. He can only ever breathe when Kurt's body lifts a little bit before it comes crashing down on him again. The restraints around his wrists are tense when Blaine's body fights them on instinct. It's overwhelming at first. Because it's new and it's not something he could have imagined. But soon enough Blaine snaps out of it and he wants to make Kurt feel as good as possible so he arches up a little, just enough to lift his chin a little and drag his tongue through Kurt's rim. And then he feels his tongue sink into Kurt's hole and his whole body bucks up because this is incredible. As expected Kurt rides him harder now. Blaine's cock starts to throb because his Dom is, in every meaning of the word, fucking himself on his face. Blaine starts to hum, gasping for air whenever he can. Whenever his face gets buried between Kurt's cheeks again he experiments. He licks, sucks. One time he nibbles. It goes on until Kurt's movements turn more frantic. It's almost painful now and Blaine is so, so hard which doesn't help. He wants to take a deep breath, but Kurt's so fast, sinking back against him almost as fast as he lifts himself up.Blaine can't breathe properly. The thought makes him dizzy and he should be scared, but isn't. This is way too hot. Kurt uses him. And Blaine's absolutely okay with it.
Kurt:
It's even better than Kurt had imagined. It's hotter and dirtier and so, so amazing. He's sweating and groaning and working himself on Blaine's tongue and Kurt wonders if he can come just from doing this.He leans over slightly, bracing himself on Blaine's chest, panting. "More...fuck...that's good...I want...more." Kurt moves his hips, trying to get Blaine's tongue deeper, doing exactly what he said he would - riding Blaine's face.Kurt can't imagine what this must look like, and he makes a mental note to invest in a full-length mirror to watch themselves with next time. Because there will be a next time.He sits back up again, almost bouncing now, and when he looks down, Kurt can see Blaine's cock, hard and red and leaking and that's the best thing ever, because it means Blaine is getting off on this, too."Oh my god," he gasps, taking his own cock in his hand and stroking furiously, "This is so good, you're so good and your tongue feels...amazing and you're so hard, Blaine, god, I wish you could see yourself like this, so hard just from licking me, it's so hot..."Kurt's babbling, doesn't even know what he's saying as he gets closer to his release. His hand is flying over his cock and his hips pistoning, alternating between fucking his own grip and back against Blaine's face."Oh fuck, Blaine," Kurt groans loudly as his stomach tightens, "I'm going to come, fuck, fuck..." He loses himself then, for a few minutes, forgetting everything but the feeling of his orgasm rushing over him. Kurt sinks down onto Blaine's face and spills over his own fist, dripping onto Blaine's flushed chest.He feels Blaine's body jerk beneath him, and Kurt is brought back to reality. Breathing hard, still high from his climax, Kurt moves down, wrapping his fist around the base of Blaine's cock and giving him two quick pumps. "Come," he orders and opens his mouth to suck Blaine into his mouth.
Blaine:
He can breathe again. Finally. Blaine swallows air like water only push it all out again when he cries out as Kurt closes his mouth around his cock. That's all it takes. His muscles tense up, his thighs twitch and then Blaine comes and he lets out a broken groan when Kurt doesn't pull back, but swallows. His orgasm seems like it's never ending. Blaine's not sure if that's what makes him feel lightheaded or the fact that he's filling his lungs with more oxygen than necessary. When he finally comes down from his high he smiles and nudges forward, pressing a kiss on either one of Kurt's butt cheeks. He can't decide if that's meant to be sweet or dirty, but in reality it probably lands somewhere in the middle and it'll make him look like a complete idiot. Doesn't matter."That was amazing," he say and his voice is raspy. He's vaguely aware that Kurt turned around again. Which is good. They can kiss like this. And really his lips are sealed and Blaine hums. He wants to wrap his arms around Kurt's shoulder when he realizes that his hands are still tight. "Forgot about those. Just completely forgot."
Kurt:
Kurt grins, or really it's more likely that he just hasn't stopped. He reaches up and quickly unties Blaine's hands, rubbing some circulation back into them and kissing the chafing on Blaine's wrists. The fact that Blaine forgot is kind of amazing and it makes Kurt happier than it should, maybe."Beautiful," he murmurs, holding Blaine's hands while he stares at the marks, "So hot and all mine."Kurt lets Blaine put his arms around him now and they tangle themselves up in each other, as close as they can possibly be, all smiles and soft kisses and gentle touches. "That was amazing," Kurt whispers, stopping his kissing just long enough to tell Blaine, "You're amazing and I love you."He unwraps himself from Blaine's limbs just long enough to get them warm, wet washcloths to clean up and then Kurt pulls the blankets up over them both. They can eat later.
Blaine stares at the little box of supplies they picked out for their future adventures. The gag's okay. He didn't try it out at the store, of course he didn't, but it's smaller and it looks more comfortable. There's a spider gag as well, but Blaine's pretty sure that's not what Kurt had in mind. So he just places the ball gag on the nightstand next to the ropes and a dark purple vibrator that's just the right size. Blaine doesn't have a real problem with any of that.
When he gets on his knees in front of the box again though, that's when it gets hard. Because Kurt wants a blindfold. And together with the ropes and the gag, there's little doubt what that's supposed to mean.
Shivering slightly Blaine takes out a silk scarf that he turns into a blindfold within a few seconds. They have a real one too. A piece solely for the purpose to take away his ability to see, but Blaine's not there yet. He's not there at all.
He avoids thinking about the scarf as soon as he puts it on the nightstand as well and then he starts to undress himself. After a quick look on his phone he decides that there is enough time for a shower. He's aware that he'll need another after Kurt's done with him, but he wants to smell nice for his boyfriend and he wants to be all neat and clean for his Dom.
When he's done he gets down on his knees in front of the bed. His feet are crossed and he's sitting comfortable on his heels. The longer he stays like this, the more it feels like something he's born to do and technically he is. Blaine squares his shoulders and lowers his head. The only shame is that he won't be able to open the door for Kurt, but hopefully this sight will make up for that. Blaine knows how to kneel. If nothing else, he knows how to kneel.
Kurt:
Kurt knows he wants this. Part of it is selfish - he wants to have Blaine spread out and restrained and completely and utterly at his mercy even if he knows he won't push Blaine farther than he's able to go.But another part is that he knows that he can make this a good thing for Blaine. That Sebastian had to taint something that could be so beautiful just isn't right and Kurt wants to take that fear from Blaine and replace it with something good.It's that reason that pushes him on. Which is difficult knowing that Blaine is terrified and Kurt has been tempted more than once to call the whole thing off. But he knows he can do this.When he opens the door, Kurt has to stop and catch his breath - the sight of Blaine kneeling is something that never fails to awe him and he quickly crosses the room to kiss him. Running a hand over his face until he reaches Blaine's chin, Kurt lifts his head and kisses him softly."Thank you," he whispers, and makes a head gesture towards the bed, beginning to take off his own clothes while Blaine makes himself comfortable on the bed. Kurt doesn't waste any time, his clothes fly and soon he's joining Blaine, kneeling beside him while he ties a series of intricate knots that bind Blaine's wrists above his head to the bed frame. And then he does the same with his ankles, spreading his legs wide and murmuring softly while he works."You're so good, so beautiful." Kurt repeats these words over and over, alternating them with kisses to patches of Blaine's bare skin until he's completely restrained.Sitting over his lap, Kurt's cock is already nearly fully-hard in anticipation and he takes a minute to grind down against Blaine, kissing him long and slow and moaning softly into his mouth."Gag first," Kurt says, and reaches over Blaine to grab the ball gag and secure it around Blaine's head, searching his eyes for any signs of discomfort. "Okay? Is it comfortable?"Blaine nods and Kurt strokes his fingertips up the soft skin on the underside of Blaine's arms, from his armpit to his palm, watching the goosebumps form and then he looks back down at Blaine. "You can snap. If you need to safeword. Snap your fingers. I promise I'll listen."Blaine nods again and Kurt kisses his forehead before reaching for the length of silk Blaine's fashioned into a blindfold. "I'm going to put the blindfold on now. But I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to be touching you and talking to you the entire time. This is about you and me, and just like with the ice, it's about listening to your body and just...feeling. Okay? Please don't be afraid. I'm going to make it so good for you."He leans in and kisses Blaine's forehead again and then fastens the blindfold over his eyes.
Blaine:
Blaine's chest starts heaving immediately, his arms tense and fight against the restraints and he lets out a whimper when he suddenly feels trapped in his own body. His eyes are squeezes shut, even under the blindfold and even when Blaine trusts Kurt, trusts him with everything, the part of him that's causing this panic still expects to be left alone. He presses his thumb against his middle finger and he's so close, so close to snap, but he can't. He can't do this to Kurt, not without giving this a chance. It's proving something to his Dom, to himself. Maybe, in a way, even to Sebastian. Together they're reclaiming something that should be his. Part of why this has become such a sore spot is because it's what being a sub should be all about. Giving over your body, even your mind, to someone you trust. If Blaine's not able to do without his senses, then how will he ever be able to submit fully? That he can still hear helps. A little. Kurt talks to him quietly and he keeps touching him. It makes Blaine remember that one line with the ice. That it's about listening to his body. He shifts slightly and tries to focus on the pressure of the knots. They must look beautiful, or at least he thinks so. They feel symmetrical after all and Blaine rolls his upper body a little, as much as he can, until the ropes feel less constricting and more like they carry him. They hold him in place. For Kurt. His heart continues to beat fast, but his breathing evens out and Blaine clenches his fingers to fists before he relaxes them completely. He can do this. With Kurt he can.
Kurt:
Kurt feels Blaine's body tense and then relax and Kurt smiles, his heart swelling with pride and love and he starts kissing Blaine's cheeks, along the line of his jaw, over his neck and the mark that's darkened and spread by now."Good boy," he says softly, bringing his tongue and teeth into play, "just relax, let me take care of you. Let me make you feel good." Kurt shuffles down a bit, still kissing his way down Blaine's chest, flicking his tongue over Blaine's pebbled nipples and then teasing the hardened nubs with his fingers as he goes lower."I'm going to use my mouth on you first," Kurt says, "Kiss you everywhere." And he does. He worships Blaine's body with his lips, exploring all the places Blaine had on his list and then creating his own places to pay attention to.When he gets between Blaine's legs, Kurt licks the creases of each one in turn, and then laves his tongue lightly over Blaine's balls. He sucks them gently into his mouth and rolls them with his tongue before releasing them.Kurt licks the underside of Blaine's cock, from base to tip, following the big vein until he gets to the top and then running his tongue under the ridge."So good, Blaine," Kurt whispers, steadying Blaine's cock by gripping the base tightly, "You're being so good for me right now. And you taste so good, too." He punctuates his statement by lapping at the head of Blaine's cock and then Kurt stops his quiet words of praise so he can focus on sucking Blaine.
Blaine:
Blaine can't thank Kurt, he can't look at him, he can't touch. The ropes don't bind him in a way that makes it absolutely impossible for him to move, but it comes close. He can't do anything but focus on what he feels. A groan is muffled by the gag when Kurt takes him in deep. He can feel that he's leaking and he's so hard that he aches. Blaine has some practice holding back by now. Not much, but enough for what they've done. This, though? This is torture. Kurt goes so slow that every small movement of the tongue teasing his cock registers. Blaine's aware of what is going on. He would give anything for Kurt to go faster. After some time the small movements of his hips turn frantic and this time his arms and shoulders tense up for an entirely different reason. Blaine has no idea if Kurt wants to take him, or if this will be it, but one way or another, he's not allowed to come without permission.And that's so hard. Blaine's craving the release. He's so close, his orgasm not just within reach, but practically nudging him, urging him to give in. It's a point at which Blaine can't even focus on what it's like anymore. He's just his body. Everything is focused on holding on. He doesn't want to let Kurt down, not even with something like this. His mind is blank except for this. He has to hold on. Just a bit longer. Just long enough.
Kurt:
Kurt can read Blaine's body well enough by now to know that he's close. But Kurt isn't ready for this to be over yet, not when they haven't even brought the vibrator into play.So, with a great amount of reluctance, Kurt drags his mouth away from Blaine's cock, ignoring the whimpering noises Blaine's able to make around the gag in his mouth. "Shh," Kurt says, running his hands up Blaine's chest, "I'm not done yet."He soothes Blaine's body with a series of feather-light kisses and touches, all designed to bring him back from the edge, but without losing much.Kurt reaches over Blaine again, fingers closing around the purple vibrator and then the lube. "I want to try the vibrator," Kurt explains, "But I still don't want you to come. Not until I tell you to. You can do this, you're being such a good boy, so good for me, Blaine."He flips the switch on the vibrator and uses it first on Blaine's nipples, and then down the center of his chest, watching as Blaine pulls against the ropes. Kurt lets it vibrate against his frenulum and then over his balls, already starting to numb his hand.Blaine's not ready to be breached yet, not by this, so Kurt takes his time working him open slowly, using his fingers, while the other hand continues to move the vibrator over whichever parts of his body he can reach.Finally satisfied that Blaine's stretched enough to accommodate the vibrator without any discomfort, Kurt lubes it up and pushes the tip inside. He's turned it off now, waiting until he's got most of it inside Blaine's body before thumbing the dial and feeling it buzz back to life.
Blaine:
Blaine cries out this time. As good as he can around the gag at least. It takes every willpower that he has not to come. Pearls of sweat drip down his hairline, Blaine feels them trickle down his temples. He starts to tremble.He couldn't have been more wrong when he thought that Kurt's mouth around his cock was as much as he could stand. The vibration mercilessly stimulates his prostate. Blaine can feel Kurt's eyes on him, even when his own eyes are still covered. His fear to be left alone is forgotten. His Dom is there, in some ways more present than ever and Blaine knows without any flicker of doubt that making Kurt proud is the only motivation he has right now not to give into the building tension in his lower body.It doesn't stop. It just doesn't. It's one lingering moment and when his body seems to realize that nothing will help, that the vibration has him just as tightly wrapped up as the ropes around his wrists, Blaine stills. The muscles of his thighs and his ass twitch occasionally, reflexes at this point more than instinct. Other than that he just lies there and takes it. And maybe that's the truth that had to be discovered. Kurt can have him. Body and soul. Every once in a while Blaine lets out a whimper or a groan. Even if he could, he wouldn't beg anymore. Kurt will let him come when Kurt wants to let him come. Until then Blaine just has to hope that his body will be able to take it.
Kurt:
"God, Blaine," Kurt groans, his voice low and hoarse as he watches Blaine's body swallow the vibrator. His own cock is so hard, achingly throbbing with want and he groans again when his movements cause it to brush against Blaine's thigh.The amount of trust and obedience and self-restraint Blaine is showing in this exercise is incredible and Kurt decides he's never loved anyone more."Soon, baby," he whispers, turning up the vibration along with the speed and intensity of his thrusts, testing Blaine, seeing how far he can go. "You're amazing, so beautiful like this," Kurt continues, dropping his head to kiss softly at the base of Blaine's cock.He's pushing boundaries, but Kurt doesn't want to encourage disobedience, especially not now and when the situation is almost beyond Blaine's control. So he wraps his fingers around Blaine's dick and pumps him at the same time he thrusts the vibrator in hard."Now,"Kurt commands and instantly he's rewarded with Blaine's orgasm. Kurt watches, enthralled as Blaine's back bows, arms and legs shaking with the force of it. Kurt feels Blaine's cock swell, watches him spurt, looks lower and he's sure he can see Blaine's muscles contracting around the vibrator.Kurt works him through it, not stopping until Blaine goes entirely limp, and before Kurt can free him, he has to take care of himself. It takes only three or four quick, rough strokes of his own hand, and Kurt's crying out, coming over Blaine's spent body.He drags his fingertips through the mess, combining their come and as he releases Blaine from the gag, Kurt presses two fingers inside Blaine's mouth, letting him taste and groaning softly when Blaine sucks on his fingers.Then, as Kurt's hands work to undo the blindfold, he's sealing Blaine's mouth with his own, kissing him long and deep. "I love you,"Kurt murmurs, taking a minute to stroke over Blaine's sweaty face. "I love you so much. That was so good, you're so good. My perfect sub."Kurt's rambling, but he doesn't care. He unties the knots holding Blaine's arms and legs and pulls him close, wrapping Blaine up with his own body, until it's almost impossible to tell where Kurt ends and Blaine begins.He touches wherever he can reach and when they're not kissing, Kurt continues to offer quiet words of of praise. He thinks Blaine might be too tired to talk about it now, but that's okay. There's plenty time to talk. Kurt just needs to make sure Blaine feels safe and loved. That's the important thing right now.
Summary: After a call from Sam, Kurt reminds Blaine who he belongs to
Notes: Smut, D/s themes
Blaine presses the home button of his phone whenever the screen goes dark. He's not counting minutes or hours, he just needs to see that time hasn't stopped, that the world is still moving. His eyes hurt, but he tried to sleep and found out he can't. There are too many images in head and all of them involve Sam and Kurt naked in various positions.
Squeezing his eyes shut Blaine wills his mind to go blank as he curls in on himself. His hand finds his mark and he presses his palm against it. It's become a habit and it does calm him down a little. Kurt loves him. What they have is real. Nobody can touch them.
When his phone tells him that his battery is low, Blaine finally gives up. He lets go of Kurt's pillow and rolls over, closer to the edge of his side of the bed. He stares into the darkness of the room for way too long and when he hears the door, he first thinks he's made it up. But then there are footsteps and Blaine squeezes his eyes shut. He doesn't want to face this situation. And maybe he'll get away with pretending that he's asleep.
Maybe he won't have to look at Kurt and make his fears reality. Maybe he won't have to find out that his Dom had to take care of Sam in every way necessary. Maybe, if he ignores them, things will be okay. No promises kept, no promises broken. His thumb brushes over his mark. Nobody can touch them.
Kurt:
Kurt's tired when he gets home and walking into a darkened apartment to find Blaine asleep only serves not only to disappoint him, but also reignite the spark of anger from earlier.Sam really had been sick. Feverish and almost delirious. He'd begged and pleaded with Kurt to do something, touch him, kiss him, anything to make the headache and ringing in his ears stop. And Kurt had given his word, to take care of Sam until he found someone. Blaine had released Kurt from his promise not to touch Sam.Kurt's own head swam as he'd tried to figure out what to do. Sam was on his knees, crying and what should have evoked Kurt's Dom instincts only caused the opposite reaction. There was no way he'd be able to give Sam what he needed. The sub in front of him might have needed his body, but Blaine needed Kurt's everything."Get up," Kurt said, his voice calm and steady now that he had made this choice. "Lay on your stomach on the bed."Sam had started babbling gratefully, unaware that Kurt had no plans to touch him. And Sebastian had chosen that moment to arrive, looking smug at being asked to come over and somehow still confused about Kurt's presence.Kurt stared him down for a few minutes and eventually sighed. "You can give him what he needs," he said, "but make absolutely no mistake. I will be checking up on him. If you hurt him or take advantage of him in this state, I will make it my life's mission to ensure you never have a sub of your own."Sebastian narrowed his eyes and looked for a moment as if he'd challenge Kurt, but turned to Sam who was whimpering on the bed. "Understood." He answered and it obviously pained him, but it was enough.Kurt will still worry, of course, but when he left, Sebastian had been sprawled out on top of Sam, murmuring quiet things into his ear and hopefully Sam starts to feel better soon. Kurt will call in the morning and for the next few days just to make sure.He makes as much noise as he can without being completely obnoxious, but Blaine seems dead to the world and Kurt gets more annoyed by the minute. He contemplates taking a shower but that seems oddly like running away.Blaine should have waited up. He knows they were supposed to discuss things and the fact that he doesn't even seem to care enough about what happened to even ask only fuels Kurt's anger.He's pulling out restraints before he even realizes it. "Wake up," Kurt says loudly and he flicks on the bedside lamp for even more emphasis, watching Blaine's reaction carefully.
Blaine:
For the first time Blaine feels like he has to flinch away from Kurt. But there is a certain tone in his Dom's voice that leaves Blaine no choice. He opens his eyes without hesitation, not even pretending he only just woke up. After staring into the darkness for so long the light stings, but it also gives Blaine a good excuse why tears are forming in his eyes. He blinks them away and looks at Kurt. "I am. I am awake."It's only now that he allows himself to study Kurt's face and suddenly he's scared. Because Kurt is angry, he's upset. More than anything he looks dead tired and not at all like a Dom who just had the most amazing experience of his life. Should he dare to hope that nothing happened?Swallowing hard Blaine pushes his own feelings aside. They don't matter right now. "Can I help? You look horrible…"
Kurt:
Kurt stares at him for a minute and then shakes his head. So Blaine was awake and just choosing to ignore things. That only makes Kurt feel so much worse."No," he snaps, and then forces himself to close his eyes and take a deep breath before his anger really gets the better of him. He gestures towards the ties in his hands and then at Blaine. "What you can do for me now is just listen and obey. You'll start by taking off your clothes. I'm going to tie you up and I think I'll bring out the ball gag, too. I'd rather you listen to what I have to say right now than add anything of your own."Kurt sets about fastening the ropes to the bed frame while he waits for Blaine to undress, and then he takes off his own clothes. He's still not entirely sure where he's going with this, driven strictly by instinct."You can still safeword before I put the gag in," Kurt tells him, only because he still knows that something like this might scare Blaine, "And after that, if you decide you want out, you'll only have to snap your fingers. I'll listen to that."
Blaine:
Blaine stares at the ties, thinks about the gag and he can't help but be scared. This is how things started with Sebastian. He has great talent to make Doms angry and in any other case this would have been the point where he would have said no.But this is Kurt. And the sad truth is that Blaine would do anything. He signed the contract, he took back his promise. There is no doubt that Blaine will stay even if Kurt deepened his bond with Sam. He's in deep and there doesn't seem to be a way out. Without saying a word, Blaine lies down and he lets Kurt fasten the ties around his wrists. They don't hurt, but they're too tight to be comfortable. He tries to move his arms until both his body and his mind have caught up and he's painfully aware that Kurt owns him like this. There is no way out if his Dom doesn't want him to have one. He trembles slightly when he opens his mouth for the ball gag and waits. Something's about to happen. And all he has to do is take it, whatever it is.
Kurt:
Kurt fastens the ballgag around the back of Blaine's head and sits back to look at him. For a minute, Kurt's heart softens, he can read the fear visible in Blaine's eyes, but he still trusts Kurt enough to do this for him. Kurt strokes the side of Blaine's face and then straddles his hips."Sam was very sick," Kurt begins, his nails scratching lightly over Blaine's chest, "and I was so frustrated by our conversation. I wasn't looking for a way out," Kurt emphasizes, rocking his hips slightly, "I was asking how you felt. Because whatever you think, I'm not sure you understand."He wants to kiss, but the gag prevents that, so Kurt settles for continuing to roll his hips, feeling both of them start to get hard. And Kurt keeps talking."You're mine, Blaine. Mine. Even before I was done with Sam, you were mine. But not only that," The urge to kiss is now even more overwhelming, so Kurt drops his head and starts to suck a mark onto the skin of Blaine's neck. "But I'm yours. Yours, Blaine. Nod your head if you understand that, and I mean really understand just exactly what that means."
Blaine:
It would be so easy to nod. But this is serious, Blaine can tell from the tension in the air, and he thinks it through. Does he understand? Because he's behaving like there was no contract, as if he had to fight for someone he belongs to. More, someone he belongs with. Blaine swallows around the rubber ball in his mouth and he blinks a few times before he nods. He does understand. He's scared and he's sad, but beyond that he feels more at home than ever and that's all Kurt.With this small movement of his head, something inside of him cracks and crumbles. He's tried to be strong, to build a wall, but it falls as soon as Kurt knocks against it. His shoulders relax, he hums from Kurt's touch. It's as easy as that. Blaine submits. All those bad feelings are still there, but for now he decides to leave them aside and let Kurt decide in which direction to think.
Kurt:
Kurt doesn't let out his breath until he sees Blaine nod. Part of him is grateful Blaine took the time to think about it instead of simply giving him what he wanted. But the part of Kurt that's so frustrated thinks Blaine should have known this all along.He dips his head and teases one of Blaine's nipples with his tongue before pulling it with his teeth and then rubbing the distended nub with his fingertips. Because they're not nearly done here and there is still a lesson to be learned."I'm glad you understand that," Kurt says, lavishing Blaine's other nipple and continuing to roll his hips, "but I need to make sure you don't forget."He reaches in the nightstand and pulls out the condoms and lube, and then lifts himself up on his knees and begins the slow process of working himself open with his own fingers. It's not the same as when Blaine did it a few nights ago, but it still feels good and Kurt keeps up a steady stream of chatter - telling Blaine they belong together, how good it feels - all interspersed with soft moans as he gets more and more turned on.As Kurt grips the base of Blaine's cock, ready to unroll the condom over it, Kurt finds Blaine's eyes. "You belong to me. I belong to you."
Blaine:
Blaine wants to tell Kurt how beautiful he is so badly that he whimpers. His mouth waters and he drools a little around the gag. He'd admit that it's not very dignified, but with Kurt's fingers delicately unrolling a condom over his cock, he really couldn't care less about that. They belong to each other. And Kurt is about to show him that. Blaine's hips jerk up, but Kurt's weight pins him down and Blaine lets his head fall back with a groan. He would give everything to touch. And yet he's not allowed to. He can just lie there and take it. A moment before Kurt lines Blaine's cock up, it's crystal clear that this is a lesson. But that thought together with every other one disappears when Kurt sinks down on him. The words he's been trying to understand suddenly become reality. Blaine is Kurt's and the other way around. His chest is heaving but other than that, Blaine holds perfectly still. Sweat is running down his temple already, all from the effort it takes not to move. It's not an order, but still. He doesn't want to hurt Kurt. It's the last thing he'd ever want.
Kurt:
Kurt groans and forces himself to breathe, in through his nose, out through his mouth as he tries to adjust. Blaine's so much bigger, wider, ~hotter than his fingers, Kurt feels so full, and it's borderline painful.Until Kurt shifts and pleasure sparks in his groin,because yes, now Kurt knows what it's all about. He still can't kiss Blaine, but he's in the perfect position to stare down at him. Bracing himself with palms flat on Blaine's chest, Kurt watches his face as he begins to move.Slowly at first, still getting used to the feeling, Kurt rises up almost all the way, so that just the very tip of Blaine's dick is inside him, and then back down so that Blaine fills him up. He finds that if he shifts his upper body forward just so, but keeps his hips angled back, he can get that sweet nudge of Blaine's cock hitting his prostate and that's incredible.Kurt begins to move faster, sweating now, heart racing as words fly unheeded from his mouth - curses, Blaine's name, words of praise - Kurt loses track of what he's saying. He reaches down to stroke himself and the dual sensations are almost more than he can take and that's when he realizes that he hasn't given Blaine any orders."I...I'm...oh god," he cries, bouncing a little harder and faster, "Blaine, I'm...I'm going to come." The words are a struggle and Kurt holds on only long enough to give some instructions. "Just...god, let me...and then you... fuck...Blaine, after me..."He hopes it's enough because Kurt's orgasm hits him with enough force to take his breath away. All he can manage is a strangled keening noise as he feels himself tighten around Blaine and spill over his own fist.
Blaine:
Blaine's not sure. He panics because he's not sure, but he can't hold back. He's been staring back at Kurt, has started to breathe heavily through his nose when his orgasm had been building while he still had to wait. It's maybe the most intense moment of his life. To see Kurt come, to feel the tightness around his throbbing cock even tighter when Kurt's muscles clench around him. To hold back and decide that his Dom probably gave him permission to come. To know that Kurt fell apart to the point where he couldn't think straight enough to give clear orders. The gag muffles his cry when he thrusts up his hips and comes. It feels so good. So perfect. His thighs are trembling and his entire body is tense until he slowly comes down from his high, utterly spent. He whimpers around the gag. He has to tell Kurt that he loves him. Even if just that. And maybe he'll get a kiss in return. Blinking slowly Blaine looks up at Kurt and nods again. It's been taken him way too long, but he understands now.
Kurt:
Now that Kurt has started to come down a bit from his high - head still swimming pleasantly, arms and legs feeling like rubber - he feels his anger drain from his body. Like a switch has been thrown, or a plug that's been pulled, it just disappears.He takes a moment to catch his breath, smiling when he sees Blaine nod, understanding clearly visible in his golden eyes. Quietly, Kurt releases the gag first, bringing hands up to cup either side of Blaine's face and pressing their lips together. It's a featherlight touch, Kurt isn't entirely sure how sore Blaine's jaw will be and he doesn't want to hurt him.Then Kurt unties Blaine's wrists, one at a time, kissing the insides and massaging the blood flow back into them. He kisses Blaine again and excuses himself to clean up. Kurt brings a warm, wet washcloth back for Blaine and cleans his own come off Blaine's chest."Thank you," Kurt says quietly, and feels himself blush. That probably isn't the right thing to say, but it is how Kurt feels. "You were so good. Not just...like that. Which was great. Really, really great. But for trusting me like that. For understanding."He pulls Blaine into his arms, and can't stop touching and kissing. Kurt's stroking over Blaine's sweaty forehead when he realizes he hasn't told Blaine what happened. "Sebastian came over," he says simply. "I let him take care of Sam."
Blaine:
Blaine can't breathe for a moment until he fully understands what Kurt is telling him. Tears are forming in his eyes again, but this time it's easier to blink them away. Sure there's some embarrassment involved, but mostly it's just that he's relieved. He doubted Kurt for nothing. Everything's fine. They still belong to each other. Turning a little Blaine presses himself close and buries his face in Kurt's side. He's exhausted from waiting in the worst way and from sex in the best way and now it feels like he could sleep forever if he just allows himself to close his eyes."I love you." It's mumbled against Kurt's skin before Blaine angles his head back and smiles shyly at his Dom, his fingers drawing invisible circles on Kurt's hot skin. "I want to thank you too. And I want to ask you something."Now Blaine snuggles as close as he can. He even pushes one of his legs through Kurt's so that they feel like a gigantic human knot. Blaine needs it even when it might be a bit silly. "Can you please not buy sugar tomorrow morning? Can you be here when I wake up?"
