“And you couldn’t have done it any other way?” shouted Blaine, his skin prickling uncomfortably at Kurt’s confession.
“Well at the time, it seemed like the best idea,” huffed Kurt. “You weren’t complaining when I was pounding into you and you were moaning like a who-“
“Shut up!” screamed Blaine. “God, to think - to think I lo-” Blaine shut his mouth forcibly.
“What was that?” asked Kurt, his voice dangerously soft.
“To think I thought I loved you,” said Blaine, equally quiet. “I thought what we did the other night was…special. I thought I was what you wanted, not my body or bragging rights or whatever. Didn’t you think I wouldn’t want everyone to know that I was having sex - I want something that personal private, Kurt.”
“God, you’re an idiot.” Blaine opened his mouth, ready to counter Kurt’s words, when his next few left him speechless. “Of course I love you, you idiot - that’s why I’m so scared someone will take you from me.”
Blaine stared at Kurt for a long moment before suddenly, both of them were launching toward each other, lips meeting roughly in the middle.
More of that Badboy!Kurt/Nerd!Blaine I started yesterday. I’m gonna start tagging these as “Comic: You Da One” for tracking or blacklists or whatever (Like the Rihanna song, Kendra? Like the Rihanna song)
Dialogue in the second page inspired in part by Inky’s amazing fic to go with the last set!
Keeping this train rolling while I have ideas in my head!
Oh Blainers you are trying so hard to be helpful and it is just. Not.
Continuation of the drabble I wrote earlier (in my drabble tag)
Warnings for blow-jobs and some comeplay or something
“Shut up, Puck.”
“Come on, Kurt, look at him. Just standing there, ripe for the taking.”
“You’re an idiot, Puckerman.”
“What are you, chicken?” Puck laughed under his breath as Blaine’s name was called and he stumbled a little on his way onto the stage, blushing and straightening his glasses as he moved towards center stage, where Mr. Schuester was asking for an opening bid, searching the crowd hopefully.
“Go on,” Puck hissed as a girl bid five dollars, giggling madly with her friends when Blaine ducked his head and turned scarlet. “Come ooooon.”
“Jesus, fine!” Kurt snapped. “Fifty bucks,” he called, raising his voice and holding his hand up.
Blaine’s eyes widened as they fell on him and Kurt could see the color drain from his face as he swallowed.
Mr. Schuester looked mildly nervous as he waited for another bidder, though none came, and finally nodded, ushering Kurt onstage.
Kurt glared at Puck, who sniggered, and swaggered up to the the stage, shooting challenging looks at people as he went. He reached into his wallet and pulled out a fifty dollar bill, slapping it into Mr. Schuester hand and ignoring his instructions to wait until the auction was over as he walked straight up to Blaine and wrapped his hands around the straps of his suspenders, kissing him hard.
Blaine squeaked in surprise, hands flailing a little before dropping to his sides. He made a muffled sound of protest when Kurt licked across the seam of his lips insistently, finally coaxing Blaine’s mouth open and slipping his tongue inside.
Blaine gasped and shuddered a little when Kurt’s tongue slid against his own, the cool metal ball of Kurt’s piercing catching against his teeth and pressing to the top of his tongue.
Kurt groaned softly as Blaine started to kiss him back, one hand groping for the back of Kurt’s head and the other hooking in his belt loop. Just as Kurt’s hands started venturing down the front of Blaine’s shirt someone cleared their throat loudly and they broke apart with a jolt of surprise, breathing heavily and exchanging punch drunk looks.
“Well, thank you for your donation, Kurt,” Schuester said in a desperate attempt to regain the focus of the dumbstruck crowd of students. “Blaine, you can… go.”
Blaine blinked a few times before he seemed to realise what had happened and he turned bright red and scurried off the stage. Kurt hurried to follow him, ignoring Puck’s whoop and the muttering crowd as he grabbed Blaine’s arm.
Blaine stopped reluctantly and looked back at him, eyes wide and anxious and a little embarrassed.
“So, I don’t know if that was, um, worth the full fifty bucks,” Kurt said. Blaine frowned, looking confused and hurt and Kurt hurried to finish. “What I mean is, if you’re free I thought you could, you know… Come over and, erm, give me my money’s worth.” He winced. “That came out wrong, I mean—”
“I—yeah?” Kurt said, grinning at the eagerness in Blaine’s voice.
Blaine flushed and cleared his throat. “Um… Yeah, I mean… That’d be… Fun,” he said, voice trailing off into nothing.
“Cool,” Kurt said, grinning. “Eight o’clock?”
“Eight o’clock,” Blaine repeated a little breathlessly.
“See you,” Kurt said, winking and setting off down the hall, glancing back to see Blaine slump weakly against the wall, touching his lips and blushing as he smiled to himself.