Halfway to Nowhere (4/?), Kurt/Blaine, NC-17

Title: Halfway to Nowhere
Author: sailorraspberry
Chapter Rating: NC-17
Overall Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Word Count: ~2,500 / ~8,900
Summary: It's not the ideal vacation, but Kurt's willing to accept the excuse to escape the pressing hold of Lima. It's a simple family getaway to the new lake house, except it's everything but.
Chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |
Spoilers: None
Warnings: AU. Blaine is approximately two years older than Kurt. Eventual drugs, alcohol, and sex.
Author Notes: School sucks, so therefore I suck at updating, but here you are! Do enjoy!

“Where have you been?”

Kurt closed the door slowly behind him, because it was almost nine o’clock and Carole and Burt were sitting in front of a muted television, ghostlike and stern as they took him in.

“I, well-”

“You’ve been gone since seven this morning. And, don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you’re focusing on your physical fitness, but I doubt a jog needs that large of a time slot.” His dad was reclined in the rocking chair, arms crossed over his chest and a half empty bowl of popcorn cold on the table beside him.

Kurt licked his lips, feeling a little trapped, because he couldn’t just jump into an explanation saying that he had spent all day on a couch with the neighbor they’ve barely even met once, kissing and laughing and letting fingers roam. He couldn’t do that, not if he wanted to send his father back to the hospital.

Carole was looking at him with pursed his lips, and he was going to have to throw his luck to the wind and hope that she had his back.

“I was with Blaine,” he said easily, stepping farther into the room and hooking thumbs through belt loops. “He saw me and asked if I wanted to, you know,” he shrugged, hoping for indifference, “hang out.”

Burt squinted over at him, speculating. Kurt tried not to recoil under the look. “What’s this kid’s name again?”

Kurt’s gaze flickered over to Carole.

She coughed gently into the back of her hand. “His name’s Blaine, sweetheart. He seems very sweet.”

“Yeah,” Burt rubbed at the stubble underneath his chin, “sweet on my son.”

“Dad.” Kurt was floundering, pink and embarrassed and desperate to steer the conversation in another direction. “Where’s Finn?”

“Upstairs talking to Rachel, seeing if she wants to drive up here this weekend.” Burt’s eyes tracked Kurt as he picked his way through the kitchen. “Why don’t you invite Blaine over for dinner tomorrow? He’s up here by himself, right?”

Kurt flicked on the tap water and squirted some soap into his palm. “I don’t know,” he said slowly, lathering up. “He’s kind of busy trying to get things cleaned up before the rest of his family comes up.”

“Can’t hurt to ask, can it?”

Kurt looked to Carole, blank faced and trying desperately to send her a telepathic message that screamed help.

She didn’t receive it. “Your dad’s right, honey. We should really get to know this boy if you’re going to be spending so much time with him.”

He scowled and looked down into the sink to watch as the soap bubbles rushed down the drain. “Fine,” he muttered, snatching up the dishtowel to dry off his hands. “Don’t be disappointed when he kindly declines the offer, though.”

Kurt made a start for the stairs, but his father’s voice halted him. “Where’re you going, kid? Call him right here. No big deal.”

With his back toward them, Kurt closed his eyes and took in the deepest breath he could. “Sure,” he said calmly, turning around and reaching for his phone.

Blaine picked up on the second ring. “Hey there.” His tone was deep and laced with the promise of a smile. “Couldn’t get me out of your mind?”

Kurt’s eyes flickered over to Burt- he was watching Kurt with narrowed, judging eyes- and tried to keep the strain out of his voice. “Actually, no, I have a question for you.”

There was a very noticeable pause where even Blaine’s breathing stilled, and then, “You didn’t call me for phone sex, did you?”

Kurt felt his breath hitch and the tips of his ears begin to burn. “Uhm, not exactly, no.” He had to clear his throat as he started walking back toward the kitchen to lean his hip against the counter, one arm crossed over his chest. “Actually, my dad’s wondering if you want to come over for dinner tomorrow night? If you’re not busy, that is. So, by all means, if you’ve got other plans, then feel free to decline, because-”

“Kurt.”

Kurt stopped.

“I’d love to come.”

He closed his eyes. “Are you sure you aren’t busy or something? Because we would totally understand if you were.”

Burt and Carole were staring at him, expectant.

“Not busy enough. What time would you like me to make an appearance?”

“Uhm,” he brought his other hand up to cup the receiver. “He’s asking what time he should come over.”

Burt rubbed at the top of his bald head, the corner of his mouth lifted in a satisfied smile. “Half past three? That sound like a good time, Carole?”

She nodded, offered a small smile for Kurt. “Perfect.”

He relayed the information to Blaine, a little dismayed, to which Blaine responded with a cheery laugh. “From the sounds of it, I’m getting the impression that you don’t want me over?” Kurt harrumphed into the phone, and Blaine laughed again. “Ask if they’d like me to bring anything?”

Kurt asked, and Carole’s feathers ruffled. “Of course not! He’s going to be a guest!”

“Negative,” he said. Then, glancing over to Burt one more time, “So, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Blaine hummed his affirmation. “Do me a favor?”

Kurt stayed silent, playing with the hem of his shirt as he waited for Blaine to continue.

“Call me when everyone’s gone to bed?”

Kurt felt a smile begin to pull at his lips. “Bye, Blaine.”

Blaine laughed gently, and it tickled the shell of Kurt’s ear. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

Kurt was still smiling even after he cut the call.

-

The clock read midnight when he finally crawled into bed, the house silent and still around him, full of jagged shadows and a pressing anticipation. Kurt could feel it, thrumming through the floorboards and up through the soles of his feet. He fell back against the pillows, spread out overtop the blankets and still damp from his shower, wrapped up tightly in his favorite cotton robe with his phone held tightly against his chest.

Blaine was probably just as he was, in bed staring at the ceiling with his phone somewhere at his side, shirtless and hair still wet from his own shower.

Kurt’s blood stirred at the mental image, playing again and again at the front of his mind like a broken cassette tape. And that was enough to urge him to find Blaine’s number, phone pressed tightly against his ear with both hands as he listening breathlessly as it rang once, twice, three times. And then Blaine’s voice was flooding over his skin.

“Kurt Hummel,” he breathed into the receiver, and Kurt shivered at the sound, “I do believe it is way past your bedtime.”

He bit his lip, felt a smile coming, but he forced it down to school his face into a proper frown. “I do believe a certain someone requested that I call him?”

Blaine laughed, quiet and controlled like he was afraid to disturb the world that was asleep around him. “You’re right, you’re right. How silly of me to forget.”

Kurt could tell Blaine was smiling, just a little, one corner of his mouth probably quirked, and it made his chest clench and his stomach tighten and he breathed out slowly, “Blaine.”

“Want to know a secret?” Blaine whispered, and Kurt nodded fiercely against the phone. But Blaine couldn’t see him, so he murmured back a yes and listened intently. “I asked you to call me because I’m going to teach you something new.”

Kurt’s breath snagged, fingers flexing around his phone, but Blaine continued smoothly, voice low against his ear.

“I want you to jerk yourself off for me, Kurt.”

“I-” but the words tapered off into a broken moan, blood rushing quickly up to his face and down to his cock, because Blaine was listening and Blaine was probably imagining him, legs spread and hips moving against the circle of his own fist. He moaned again, a little more fully, and shot his hand down to press the palm against himself. “How?”

He could hear some hurried rustling and then Blaine hissed, breathing harshly out through his nose, and Kurt’s eyes widened in surprise and excitement and maybe even a little mortification. “Are you...?”

“You’re so hot, Kurt, and you probably don’t even know it.”

Kurt licked his lips when Blaine grunted softly, and he slipped his hand beneath his robe, running the pads of his fingers along the band of his boxers. “Blaine.” Broken voice, desperate but confused and nervous. “How?” He was hot and tingling everywhere, toes curling under as he dipped a fingertip inside his underwear, brushing over the jutting bone of his hip.

“Tease yourself, babe. Drag it out. Do what you like.” Blaine voice was thick and raw, and Kurt’s eyes slanted shut when he finally, finally wrapped his hand around himself. “Gently, and let me hear you. I want to hear you, Kurt.”

The first upstroke had him keening, arching a little off the bed and Blaine groaned into his ear. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.” Kurt whimpered, tightened his fingers at the base of his cock and he felt himself throb, hard and heavy against his palm.

“Wish you were here, Kurt. Wish I was watching you.”

And that image, Blaine standing at the end of the bed, smirking and watching as Kurt slowly unraveled under his gaze, sent a bolt of excitement down his spine, forcing his hips up hard and pulling a moan from his throat.

“So beautiful, Kurt. Perfect.” Kurt twisted his wrist hard, struggling to keep the phone pressed to his ear as he brought his knees up and his robe fell open, underwear tucked under his balls and adding to the building pressure. Too much at once, it seemed, Blaine groaning in his ear and Kurt groaning into the still air around him, movements jerky and frantic now, desperate to get off.

“Are-” Kurt had to stop, cut off the words because he was panting too hard, hips moving wildly with the motion of his hand. “Close? Tell me you’re close.”

“So, close, Kurt. So close.” Blaine moaned again, loud, so terribly broken, and Kurt swiped his thumb harshly over the head of his cock, sticky and slippery, and then he arched hard, hand freezing as his orgasm struck him. And Blaine gasped, came, and Kurt rode it out with his bottom lip stuck between his teeth, the sounds lodged into the back of his throat, like they were trying to claw their way out but couldn’t quite get there.

The haze lifted slowly, Kurt still panting into the mouthpiece of his phone with his legs spread open, body numb and tingling. “Wow,” he whispered, and Blaine huffed out a laugh.

“Wow is hardly an appropriate term,” he said, and Kurt smiled despite himself, quickly pulling his underwear back up and tucking himself in. “But considering that that was one of the hottest things I have ever heard, I’ll settle for it.”

Kurt flushed, sliding his legs closed as the embarrassment started to kick in. “I honestly cannot believe I just did that.”

Blaine was silent for a second. Then, tentatively, softly, “Are you regretting it?”

Kurt twisted against the sheets, rolling over to look out of window, limbs and eyelids heavy, cradling the phone gently against his ear as he whispered, “Absolutely not.”

He could practically hear the smile crack across Blaine’s face. “Good,” he said, and Kurt smiled along with him.

Then, “Uhm, Blaine?”

Sighing, happy, “Yes, Kurt?”

“How am I supposed to look you in the eye tomorrow, in front of my dad, when I know that we’ve done... this.”

“Ah, but that’s part of the fun, though. I get to sit and have dinner with my lovely new neighbors knowing that I’ve heard their son come.” Kurt squawked, pressing a hand over his eyes as Blaine laughed loudly at him. “I’m kidding, Kurt! You’ll be fine, I’m sure.”

Kurt was working at a reply, but then a yawn tumbled over the words instead, and Blaine made a disapproving noise. “Go to bed, Kurt.”

“I am in bed,” he said quietly, because he like listening to Blaine’s voice, liked hearing him talk. “Just don’t want to sleep yet.”

“Goodnight, Kurt,” Blaine said warmly, and Kurt sighed despite himself. “Dream of me.”

Not a question, a statement, like Blaine knew Kurt would.

“See you tomorrow, Blaine,” Kurt said, and then, before he pulled his phone away to end the call. “Dream of me, too.”

-

Kurt woke from a dreamless sleep to stiff sheets and someone knocking frantically on his door.

He groaned, rolled over onto his back to stretch, mewling like a cat basking in warm afternoon sunlight.

The knocking persisted, and he grumbled under his breath.

“What?” he called out, a little awkwardly because he was still stretched out tall.

And then someone- not Burt or Carole or Finn, but a voice he still knew and had committed to memory- called back, “You better be decent, Kurt Hummel, because I am barging in on the count of three.”

Kurt’s eyebrows furrowed as he fumbled, trying to close the front of his robe.

She didn’t count to three, but Kurt was expecting that, so when Rachel Berry pushed open his door and twirled into the room, he was already smiling with his blanket draped over his lap.

“Surprise!” she said, flinging her arms out to her sides, happy and grinning, and Kurt couldn’t hold back the laugh.

“I thought you were coming this weekend?” Kurt watched as she dropped to her knees onto the bed, mindful of her dress and sandals and Kurt hiding underneath the blankets.

“Oh, I was supposed to, but Finn called me last night claiming that he was practically dying of boredom, and I decided that coming up a few days earlier really couldn’t hurt anyone.” She smiled wide, putting her hands on her hips. “And I brought my karaoke machine.”

Kurt snorted and rolled his eyes. “Of course.”

“And,” she reached for his hand, and Kurt held out his left to grasp her fingers, “someone needs to get dressed so he can come downstairs and start helping with the barbeque. Your dad tells me that your neighbor is coming over for dinner?”

Kurt pursed his lips.

Rachel smirked. “Is he cute?”

Kurt narrowed his eyes.

Rachel’s smirk grew into a blinding beam. “Details later?”

He sighed, pulled his hand back to reach over to the bedside table. He had two new text messages, one from Rachel two hours ago, and the other from Blaine, fifteen minutes ago.

He read it quickly- just thought I’d let you know that I’ll have you naked and spread out on my bed soon enough, because it’s one thing to hear you moan for me, but if I can be the one to make you moan...- and he felt his face warm and he desperately hoped Rachel didn’t notice.

She did, because she squealed and flopped over into the pillows.

“Yes,” Kurt said to her, “definitely details later.”

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