Chapter 11
On the Saturday the reviews come in. Devi and Wes read the best extracts before the matinee.
“Anderson’s score is very fine work from a new writer. He is ably supported by his cast including opera singer Kevin Thompson as Saul, R&B star Elisha Johnson as Jonathan and young Broadway performer Kurt Hummel as the eponymous David.”
“I last saw Mr Hummel on stage in his one man off Broadway show “My Prince Will Come”. At the time I described him as talented but inconsequential. His portrayal of David proves me wrong. When Mr Hummel sings there is an unexpected depth of emotion to even the frothiest pop tunes.”
“The humor in the musical choices writer Blaine Anderson has made only highlights the poignancy of the story. Lead actors Kurt Hummel and Elisha Johnson bring chemistry and charm to their roles as David and Jonathan. The supporting cast is also strong, especially Vanessa Freeman as Michal and Amaryllis May as her friend and servant Abigail.”
“Choreographer Joshua Allen brings a ferocious and dirty energy to what is essentially a biblical tale of soldiers.”
“Elisha Johnson is formidable: an actor who can dance, sing and even rap without losing his innate cool.”
“I could have watched several more hours of relative unknown Kurt Hummel. His voice is compelling, but more than that the audience could feel each beat of his heart.”
“Come for the morsels of all your favorite pop and show tunes, stay for a potent story of politics and young love. Or just stay for the pop tunes, the cast sounds amazing.”
Blaine can’t contain his smile. He looks across at Kurt. They have come to an unspoken agreement and are resolutely maintaining their distance. Until Monday. Just until Monday.
The glint in Kurt’s eyes is enough to almost undo him.
**
Saturday night is a bit of a reunion. Mercedes drives up from LA with her boyfriend to watch the show with Tina and Tex and Santana and Finn. Kurt looks relaxed with his oldest friends in the room. They’ve known him forever and Mercedes and Tina, at least, have always loved him. Kurt is casually affectionate with these girls in a way that he isn’t with many others. It makes Blaine happy.
Not that much could bring Blaine down. The show is more than he could have hoped. It’s had flattering reviews and tickets sales are exceeding expectations. Devi’s been approached by a contemporary theater company. Even better, Wes is cautiously optimistic that he’s found some backers who might be willing to make the huge financial investment needed to take the show to Broadway.
Tangled through it all is Kurt. Blaine has always had Kurt-centric super powers. Even in a crowd he knows exactly where Kurt is standing. But now he feels a constant buzz under his skin. When they catch eyes, they both look quickly away. Blaine beams at his shoes and he knows that Kurt blushes. It’s like being a teenager again. But better.
“You two are making my palms tingle,” says Carmody on the Sunday morning. “The tension is fucking adorable.”
It makes Blaine wonder how interested Carmody actually is in Kurt. Not that he would blame the guy. Kurt’s in his street clothes, long legs in skinny pants and a shirt and vest that both cover and flaunt his broad shoulders and narrow waist. He’s stunning.
Sunday’s show is sold out. The cast and crew are in their usual post-performance bubble of excitement and exhaustion and now there’s a day off. Blaine is laughing with some of the stage crew and trying not to think about Monday and Kurt and whether he’s nervous.
“Anyone for Bar Racuda for a drink?” asks Carmody of the room. There’s some general agreement.
Kurt unexpectedly slips in beside Blaine. Their fingers brush against one another. It steals Blaine’s breath.
“Coming Kurt?” asks Elisha. When Kurt glances at Blaine his eyes are speculative. He blinks slowly.
“I think I need to catch up on some sleep,” says Kurt turning to Elisha. “Another time?” He includes Carmody with a raised eyebrow.
“If by ‘catch up’ you mean ‘fuck’ and by ‘sleep’ you mean ‘Blaine’, of course,” says Carmody, grinning.
“Carmody! Shh.” Kurt glares at Carmody but he doesn’t move away from Blaine. Blaine thinks about saying something but Carmody just laughs and Kurt relents, with a tiny smile.
Everyone is heading out for home or for the bar. After a moment, Blaine takes Kurt’s hand in his and pulls it to his lips. He lifts his eyes to Kurt’s.
“Let me take you home tonight,” Blaine says quietly against Kurt’s knuckles.
There’s a slow breath between them.
“At this point I really don't want home to be anywhere that you're not,” says Kurt.
Blaine closes his eyes to hold all of this inside. He pulls Kurt’s hand tight against his chest.
“Okay then. Let’s go home.”
**
It’s a clear night. The sky was starry on the way home. When Blaine returns to the living room with drinks Kurt is leaning against the bay window with the black sky behind him.
“Hungry?”
Kurt nods.
They sit in the window seat with pretzels and tinned peaches. Kurt shares Blaine’s fork.
“Wes looked cheerful,” says Kurt.
“He’s feeling vindicated. He placed a lot of faith in the show. And a lot of money. He won’t need to sell his apartment, now.”
Kurt’s eyes widen. “I’m glad you didn’t tell me that information before, I don’t know that I could have handled the added pressure.”
Blaine smiles because Kurt faced down monsters and small town Ohio proms. He's hardly going to let Wes' financial pressure overwhelm him.
Blaine’s knee brushes against Kurt’s. There’s this flicker of urgency between them, yet it feels like they have all the time in the world. Kurt slants a look at him.
“I’m not sure what we’re waiting for,” Kurt says. His mouth twitches into a tentative smile. His eyes are on Blaine’s and the intimacy in that clear look takes Blaine’s breath away. It will always take Blaine’s breath away. This is the first boy Blaine ever loved, only impossibly more.
"God, I missed you Kurt.
He moves in as Kurt does. It’s more rushed than Blaine expected, and their lips and teeth are hard against one another. Blaine sweeps his tongue into Kurt’s mouth and they moan on the same breath. Blaine shifts closer, clambering forward with one knee on the window seat and his other leg on the floor between Kurt’s. He’s mostly in Kurt’s lap. Kurt’s lips work across Blaine’s jaw. He presses kisses down the column of Blaine’s neck. Blaine tilts his head back and gasps toward the ceiling.
“Please,” he says. “Kurt.”
“Anything,” murmurs Kurt against his throat.
Blaine stands and pulls Kurt up with him. Kurt presses into him and walks them backwards to the bedroom. When Blaine’s legs hit the bed he stumbles a little and almost falls backwards. Kurt holds him close and kisses him until Blaine can hardly think.
“What do you want?” says Kurt and Blaine wants everything. Everything.
Blaine gasps wordlessly as Kurt slides down his body. Kurt’s eyes are fixed on Blaine’s face as he kneels. He unbuckles Blaine’s belt, unbuttons him, slides Blaine’s pants down to his knees. He holds the eye contact as he licks Blaine’s cock. Blaine shudders. Kurt holds on to Blaine’s hips to anchor him and takes him into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Blaine says. Kurt rocks forward onto Blaine’s cock and lets his mouth fall further open. Blaine can barely stay upright. Everything is dazzling; everything is Kurt’s mouth sucking hot and moist around him. Kurt lifts his mouth from Blaine and the air is shockingly cool. Then Kurt sinks lower and angles his neck to mouth wetly against Blaine’s balls. He leans deeper, licking at the soft skin and pressing his tongue against Blaine’s hole.
There is nothing more, just this blind everlasting want.
“Fuck,” Blaine says again, and “Kurt, I want oh god please I want you. Please.”
Eventually Blaine’s legs are shaking and Kurt shifts back. He lowers Blaine’s hips down onto the bed.
“I love it when I get you all inarticulate,” Kurt says and he might be using long words but he sounds wrecked too.
Blaine opens his eyes to meet Kurt’s where Kurt is kneeling. Kurt’s mouth twists into a delicate smile but Blaine knows what that mouth can do. Kurt stands slowly. His cock is right there in Blaine’s line of sight, bulging inside his close-fitting pants.
“Stop,” says Blaine, reaching out. He’s greedy now - a little more focused. He wants all of Kurt. He needs Kurt to want him too.
He stays sitting to unbutton Kurt’s pants and pull Kurt’s cock out. “You are so gorgeous,” he says before he licks across Kurt’s slit then swirls his tongue around the head of Kurt’s cock. Finally he takes Kurt into his mouth. He reaches around Kurt, a little desperately, and clutches at Kurt’s ass pulling him closer to Blaine’s face, thrusting Kurt into his mouth. He moans in the back of his throat as he takes Kurt deeper inside.
Kurt gasps above him. His hips buck as Blaine’s fingers trace his crack.
“Oh god. Please let me kiss you,” says Kurt. He sinks down onto the bed, placing his knees between Blaine’s as their lips move together.
Kurt moves up Blaine’s body and they shift fully onto the bed. The kiss is dirty and deep. Kurt’s tongue plunges into Blaine’s mouth and they’re mostly still dressed but this is not just kissing, it’s fucking, it’s joining impossibly. It’s hot and it’s a bit mind-blowing because this is how Kurt kisses now. This is how Kurt kisses him now.
“Kurt,” says Blaine urgently. “I can’t- I’m too close.”
Kurt is breathless. “That’s okay, baby that’s okay. I want to see you. Please come for me, just like this sweetheart.” He wraps his long fingers around both of their cocks between their bodies. They rut forwards, shoving harder and harder against each other and into Kurt’s hand.
It’s embarrassing and exhilarating and Blaine couldn’t stop if he wanted to.
“Kurt,” he breathes against Kurt’s lips, “please - tell me all the things you want to do to me.”
Kurt moans. His hand keeps up the rhythm pumping between them. Blaine can tell he’s too far gone for any embarrassment. “I’m going to spread your legs so wide baby and watch you as you finger yourself open until you’re just waiting and begging for me and then I’ll fill you up and stretch you so far and you’ll love it, you’ll want it so much. You’ll be arching up into me and begging against my lips.”
“Please,” says Blaine raggedly and jerks forward irresistibly as he comes. Kurt shudders and cries out, sobbing. It floods between them.
“Loveyouloveyouloveyou,” Blaine says brokenly against Kurt’s collarbone.
“So much,” says Kurt into his hair.
Chapter 12 
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