I owe Lucy a drabble. Enough said. Shirtless!Blaine and Klaine ahead!
Kurt finds himself scoping out the gym and all its clients, the rooms all a bright white staring back at him, with the occasional color thrown in. His creative mind can see at least twenty ways in which they could redecorate to make it the least bit more inviting, but he guesses this is better than the student gym at NYADA, in which the company isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. And Brody seems to spend a lot of time there, and spending as little time with Brody is Kurt’s objective, seeing as the guy’s a total tool and completely self-obsessed. He's totally glad that Rachel dumped his ass.
Now ready in some sweats and a clean, fitted T-shirt, he slowly walks around the room, his water bottle clutched tightly in his right hand and his IPod in the other. He can feel a few eyes on him, probably just observing the 'new guy', but ignores them in favor of sauntering forward to one of the free running machines.
Even when he reaches them, however, he still feels a prominent stare burning into the back of his head, and he turns, trying to find the source. Nothing. Kurt shakes his head, brushing the slight paranoia off as nerves, before he works on setting up the machine to the right pace, then steps onto it.
Five minutes later, he can’t get rid of the nagging urge that someone is watching him. Get it together, Hummel, he thinks to himself. Why would anybody be looking? He’s long got used to being ignored by most people in New York – that’s just the way the city works.
The feeling soon leaves, and he’s left to concentrate on working out again, enjoying the peace and quiet that this particular gym brings, and he’s definitely going to be coming back here again.
It’s nearly an hour later, and Kurt’s tired and worn, but in a good way. He’d almost forgotten about the strange feeling from before until it returns in full power as he’s stretching his limbs to prevent a cramp. Self-conscious now, he moves more slowly, cautiously, craning his neck to peer around the room, and that’s when he spots him.
Tucked away in the corner, a dark, almost smouldering look across his face, he stares toward Kurt. The name tag on his barely there vest signals to Kurt that he works here, as well as his well sculpted arms and chest, clearly seen through his shirt. The guy smirks when he sees Kurt’s eyes wandering over the tight muscles, his mouth opening ever so slightly.
Holy fuck.
Then his eyes travel back up to his face, equally as attractive and beautiful. Kurt thinks he’s died and gone to heaven and, if this is what angels look like, he’s definitely going to be staying around for a little while.
His heart does a few erratic flips when he realizes that he’s walking this way and his mind draws blank on what to do. This man is gorgeous, amazing, and surely there are other people that he’d be interested in. He must just be doing his job, nothing more. That’s what professionals do. And furthermore –
“Hi there."
All thoughts zoom from his mind. Even his voice is perfect, and makes shivers run through his body.
From here, the tone to his chest is all too much to avoid; Kurt finds himself subtly trying to oogle this guy, while at the same time scanning his brain for a response.
Somehow, for some stupid reason, his mind and mouth aren’t in coordination with one another, and he ends up mumbling the words, “God, you’re beautiful,” right to his face.
His thick eyebrows swoop down in confusion. “Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”
“Nothing,” Kurt squeaks, shaking his head desperately. Still, he ridiculously thankful that he hadn’t heard his embarrassing statement. He doesn’t need him thinking that he’s strange now, does he? To ease the tension growing between them (though really he’s the only one who seems bothered while Mr Gorgeous is more at ease that ever) he quickly changes the subject. “I’m Kurt,” he thrusts out his hand, unable to stop the large smile growing as warm, rough fingers wrap around his own, “It’s my first day at the gym.”
He smiles, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. Kurt practically swoons on the spot. “Yeah, I figured. I haven’t seen you around here before.” His smile grows, “Welcome! I’m Blaine. I hope you’ve enjoyed your first session.”
Kurt nods quickly, “It’s been great, though I suppose anywhere beats the last place I worked out at.” And there was a significantly large lack of gorgeous men, like the one staring straight at him.
A soft, sweet laugh falls from Blaine’s lips, which are something else that Kurt can’t seem to look away from. Really, this is unfair. “Well, I’m glad.” He licks his lips, eyes shining brightly as he closes the short distance between them. “Since you’re new, I thought I’d enlighten you as to the offers available here. We have lots of classes, such as yoga, swimming, as well as our equipment.” He then clears his throat, almost nervously, “we also offer personal trainers.”
Oh.
His eyebrow piques in interest. Blaine’s smirking again, the nervous moment forgotten. “And I can offer you a good deal for my services. In fact, the first session will be completely free – think of it as a…” He pauses, “a taster session. If you don’t like it, then you don’t have to continue.”
It takes his all of two seconds to think about it and nod. “I think that a personal trainer will be very… beneficial to my needs.”
“I think so, too.” He agrees instantly, deep brown eyes locking into Kurt’s.
Yup, going to this gym today really was the best decision he’s ever made.
……………………
After a few stretches, he hears the door opening to the private room, where a shirtless Blaine then steps inside. He pulls a face – how in the world is he supposed to concentrate when he’s faced with that?
“Mr Hummel,” Blaine smiles, “it’s nice to see you again.”
“Likewise,” he drawls out, eyes never leaving Blaine’s chest. He takes in a deep breath, “you’re looking…” Perfect. Amazing. Wonderful. “good. Very good.”
He flashes a beaming smile toward him, “thanks.” Blaine takes a large sip of his water, a drop escaping and rolling down the corner of his mouth where it then drops to his chest. Kurt finds himself staring as it smooths over the defined six pack.
“Dear God,” he whispers, immediately scolding himself for his lack of verbal control.
Blaine quickly swallows and tilts his head at him. “You say something?”
His eyes widen, only slightly, before he quickly substitutes with, “let’s get started.”
He smiles enthusiastically, “okay, so let’s get you warmed up. We don’t want you pulling any muscles.” The calm voice of Blaine finally puts him at ease again, and he follows the instructions for each individual stretch under Blaine’s watchful eyes. At one point he shakes his head, advancing slowly and causing Kurt’s heartbeat to pound that bit faster in his chest. “You need to hold it for longer,” he advises, gently correcting the position of Kurt’s arms. The lingering touch of his fingers sets his skin alight, an electrified feeling running deep beneath it. He almost forgets how to breath when Blaine holds his hips steady as he pushes up on his arm.
“There. Perfect.” he says, voice barely audible, but it’s right in Kurt’s ear so it doesn’t have to be. Again, he shivers and smiles.
His breath hitches as Blaine’s hand slides lower, only for a second, before dropping away. “W-what now?”
“Lie down,” Blaine orders, “on your back.”
Doing as he’s told, he slowly lowers himself to the mat on the floor, watching as Blaine kneels down beside him. Without saying anything, he gets tight hold of Kurt’s thigh with one hand, another wrapping around his ankle. “Now keep your leg as straight as possible as I raise it.”
Kurt nods. What else can he do? Slowly, Blaine’s fingers lift his leg in the air, their hold growing stronger around his thigh, and Kurt’s almost positive that the touch inches higher and higher up his leg. “Very good,” he praises him, adding, “you’re very flexible.”
Said innocently enough, Kurt’s mind goes elsewhere, and he can’t help the way his dick hardens, especially with Blaine’s hand so damn close to it. Really, is he doing this on purpose?
“Yoga,” he gives as an answer, afraid that saying too much will let out something to embarrass him in front of Blaine.
The man smiles, or more smirks, and moves onto the other leg. When he’s switching, his hand grazes against Kurt’s crotch, causing him to twitch and draw attention to the growing bulge. Kurt lets out a high pitches sound, having no idea what to do or say, as Blaine stares with his lips parted open.
Eventually, he gets out. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t –”
Soft lips cut his speech short, those fingers moving from his legs to gently curl around Kurt’s chin as the kiss deepens. He quickly gets over the initial shock and responds with the same fever, his hands finding their way up Blaine’s – perfectly chiselled – chest, across his shoulders, and just teasing the bottom of his curled hair.
Blaine sucks at his lower lip, the action so sweet and tender that Kurt feels his body enveloped with a soothing warmth, smiling into the kiss.
Pulling away, their separation doesn’t last for long as Blaine leans his forehead against Kurt’s, gazing into his eyes. “I’ve been wanting to do that ever since the moment I saw you.”
“Well,” he says, breathlessly, “I’m glad you did.”
He bites his lip, that nervousness returning. “Would it be okay if… if I did it again?”
“It won’t be okay if you don’t do it again,” he’s quick to say, dragging Blaine in for another frantic kiss.
He may not get any exercise done that day, but he and Blaine easily made up for that later that night. Needless to say, Kurt continues with his... personal training.
stagingagel-ervention said: Omg do it! I want a Cajun chicken sammich! Hhehebehheh Lol okay! I am being serious here. I'll bring Martha and get you a sammich on the way :D
My friend came to my house just so she could buy a sandwich on the way home. Lol And now she's getting her grandad to pick her up when she lives a ten minute walk away
