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justbeingaqueen and rockstarwarbler
What: The First Date
Where: Miami Beach
When: A little later, following THIS
Rating: Adult references
PART TWO
"Do you ever wish upon stars?"
Kurt couldn't remember the last time he had ever just come to sit on the beach and enjoy it. He lived in Miami, but he was fast realising how much he had taken the city for granted. Not only had he been oblivious to the presence of some of his old school friends (who happened to have very hot BFFs), but as he sat here in the soft sand only illuminated from some lights in the distance, he wondered why he didn't do this more often. Maybe it was the company, though. Maybe doing something like this was just not something to take for granted in good company?
He stopped stirring the plastic spoon in the little ice cream cup he was holding, the thin layer of pink milky mess settling to the bottom again. Turning his hand, he looked down at Blaine with a smile, who was lying flat on his back in the sand with his arms resting behind his head like a pillow. He was gazing up at the sweep of bright stars in the clear winter sky and then glanced over at Kurt, meeting his smile with a grin of his own. After they shared their strawberry sundae with sprinkles, Blaine had flopped down onto the sand with a content sigh and they had been sharing a companionable silence for a few minutes before Blaine broke it. "Only when I'm desperate," Kurt murmured. He was worried about messing his hair up lying in the sand. He wasn't all that fond of sand in general and whilst he had hoped it wouldn't mess his pants up initially, as they sat sharing the ice cream and rehashing in amusement about how they met, Kurt forgot about things like sand getting on his clothing.
Blaine rolled over onto his side and propped his head up on his hand. "Did they ever come true?" he asked and the continued on with a wistful smile. "I used to all the time when I was younger. I guess I was pushing my luck hoping the stars would give me whatever I wanted just because I wanted it. It's strange, though because when you do it, it seems like this huge thing at the time and you hope so badly for it... then you just really forget you even did it. At least, that's how it went down when I was a kid. I forgot that I asked the stars for the stuffed Yoda when I was seven or when I asked for straight As in my freshman year. You move on, you forget. So, I guess if you were desperate, you asked for pretty big things, huh?"
Kurt set the cup aside near his crutches so he could take it to the trash when he went back and started to trail his fingertips through the sad. There was a slow nod and hum of confirmation before he answered. "When I was nine, I wished my mom would come back. So, I guess in that sense you could say it doesn't work... or that I picked the wrong star. Maybe I picked one someone else had already used." He shrugged, tugging his lips to the side. "I've never really been all that supersitious. Or religious. Or rebelious. Ambiguous... None of the ious words, really. Wishing upon stars sort of indicates hope, and I didn't really have a whole lot of that either. Drive and ambition, yes, but I never liked to get my hopes up. Things didn't go my way so much when I was younger."
"I'm shocking with the fantasy stuff. At least, I was when I was young. I was so convinced I was getting my letter to Hogwarts on my eleventh birthday, I stayed up waiting for it. I fell asleep in class the next morning and had to try write lines for not paying attention," Blaine laughed sheepishly and emulated Kurt's motions of running his fingers in the sand, making swirly patterns with them.. "I promise, I grew out of that. I got older and learnt things really weren't as easy as all the fairy stories. Like, Prince Charming wasn't going to show up on my doorstep and sweep me off my feet. Disney has no gay characters, for a start. That the most exciting thing to happen at school dances isn't losing a glass slipper... Where did your mom go? If you don't mind me asking."
"Not at all," Kurt said quietly and met Blaine's eyes. There was more to that glass slipper comment than Blaine was saying, he just knew it. Maybe one day, he would know what it was. He wanted to. He found himself not wanting this night to end. Blaine was so easy to talk to, and he had this almost-childhoodlike innocence to his thought process, but it wasn't that. Kurt knew he wasn't naive or immature, he just had an appreciation for innocent things in life that most people lost when they grew up. Kurt had lost it. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to claim it bad, and if sharing a strawberry sundae with sprinkles with a hot guy was a start, he could be in that (even if Blaine had eaten most of it). And Blaine really was hot... why couldn't Kurt stop looking at those full lips? "She died when I was nine. Breast cancer, but I was too young at the time to understand what that was. It just left me and Dad, and things were never really the same after that. Dad was always brilliant, the best father ever, but we never really... bonded until I was sixteen and came out to him. After that, things got a lot easier. I'd been holding out on him, thinking he would hate having a gay son. I thought I would be a disappointment, but he embraced it. I was very lucky, I know. But no, wishing upon a star didn't bring my mom back, for obvious reasons not so obvious to a nine year old."
Blaine bit down on his lip and broke the eye contact briefly. His fingers paused in the sand, wondering how far to take the conversation. Kurt was opening up his heart here, though, so he was setting the bar. "I still have both my parents, but I didn't really get the best of luck with fathers. I was a disappointment for being gay to mine. He pretty much thought if he did enough manly activities with me, I would realise I was really straight. Really, it just made me feel even more gay but that's beside the point. I knew he was going to be like that. He was very conservative. A lawyer, by the book. Wanted me to succeed in everything I tried, I was expected to get the best grades, take up lots of extracurricular activities to impress his colleagues. Oh look, my son is an award-winning polo player and fencer. It sounds good, see? But damn, it was never my passion at all. It was just a whole lot of going through the motions. I never really bonded with my father in that sense, either. It was all him calling the shots and me jumping to please him. But my folks divorced when I was seventeen. Dad moved to California and shacked up with a desperate housewife, and mom married a State's Attorney... which is seriously a story for another day."
Kurt listened sympathetically and then rested his hand on Blaine's arm, giving it a soft rub. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. I can't imagine being oppressed in that sense. Oppression, yes, that's something I understand in that Ohio's views on gay people in geneal were never much for the fainthearted. But not to feel like I had to conform to please my family. Dad was very supportive of me being whoever I wanted to be. It just wasn't always that easy because I was very judge for being me. There was always someone judging me. He remarried too, though. To the mother of the guy I had a crush on in sophomore year," he said with a wry snort of laughter. "Did I mention I had a delusional streak, also? It turned out for the better, though. Finn and me got along in the end, and he lives here in Miami too now. He's just nothing like me. We're chalk and cheese. He has a huge heart, but he's an ex-juvie in-mate, flunked high school and became a tattooist and wannabe rockstar..." He paused and wet his lips with a glance at Blaine. "All because of you best friend, actually. But don't worry, that has no bearing on anything with us. At all. That is their fish to fry and I was never personally involved."
"Finn's your brother?!" Blaine squeaked, his mouth dropping open so a gasp of, "Holy fuck!" could fall out of it. He knew the story. He heard the name from Puck numerous times, and now here it was again and Blaine was more than able to connect the dots. "He... doesn't still want to kill Puck or anything, does he? I... jeez. Talk about awkward moment. I feel like I should be apologising, but seriously, Puck's not the same guy he used to be. He's not even the same guy he was when I first met him. You would not believe the bitch fights we had and how often I used to tell him off or call him a douche. But we just kept going back to being pals. I can't even begin to explain how, but it just works."
Kurt smirked and eyed Blaine in amusement. "I'm pretty sure there will always be a tiny part of Finn that wants to kill Puck. Rachel was really special to him and he was absolutely devastated when she got knocked up by another guy. After that, he made a lot of bad choices and never really found his feet again. Where I lack in rebellion, Finn makes up for it, so maybe we're more like Yin and Yang than chalk and cheese. Still, it's why Rachel and me never really rectified any sort of friendship or acquaintance. I had loyalties, and I had my own shit going on. It wasn't just Rachel, though, because you start thinking I maybe isolated her and judged her. I didn't. I pulled away from most people for various reasons. Rachel was very competitive and basically left my chances to shine for dust. I resented that, and although I stayed in Glee Club, it was just secondary to any of my other interests until Mr Schue left and Holly took over. She came in with fair game and everyone had a chance to offer their opinion and have a chance to shine. It was too late for me, though. My love for performing was already waning..."
"Well, I hope they can all learn to play nice... for us," Blaine murmured, watching Kurt's face intently. When Kurt's tongue darted out and brushed over his lips to wet them, Blaine just couldn't look away. He had the most perfect mouth, and the impure thoughts he had been having about that tongue would surely send him to hell. Kurt's voice was so soft and unassuming when he spoke from the heart, but Blaine didn't doubt for a minute that if he had been a cheerleading captain, he could probably scream down the best of them. Scream... Blaine would really like to make him scream... Oh shit! He couldn't think like that. If he thought like that, he would get a boner, and these pants wouldn't hide it. He wanted to kiss him. He wanted to kiss him so bady. Was it too soon for that? All he wanted to know was how Kurt tasted, and how those lips felt against his own. They looked to warm and soft, they had to taste amazing. Which was only when he noticed that Kurt was leaning in a little in the intense eye contact they had developed between then. Kurt was leaning in to his words, so Blaine bit the bullet and hope it didn't turn around to get him in the ass...
He pushed up and claimed Kurt's lips with his own.
It took Kurt by such surprised that he sucked in a sharp gasp of breath through his nose as all his senses piqued to alert him to the fact that - holy shit - Blaine was kissing him! There had been kisses in the past, a total of two. One with Brittany, and the second stolen viciously with Karofsky, and after that, Kurt had never let anyone else close enough to get their lips near him. And now all of a sudden, he was, and his brain didn't immediately start screeching warning bells or flashing a bright red 'AVERT! AVERT!' sign behind his eyelids. There was a few beats of hesitation, but only because he was so shocked... not that Blaine rushed into it. There had been a distinct few moments where Blaine was leaning in that Kurt realised exactly what was going to happen and even then, he didn't roadblock it. He didn't protest. His eyes just fell to Blaine's lips again as they neared and then they fell shut as soon as the kiss began. Oh wow, it was like heaven. At least, he was pretty sure heaven felt a lot like this. Wait... weren't kisses supposed to be awkward or rough, or was that just stupid insecurities again? This wasn't awkward, and it wasn't rough. It wasn't rough at all. It was soft, and it was sweet, and Blaine's lips against his felt like a hug for his mouth. Shit, they were some really nice lips... and that was when Kurt finally started to kiss back. He dropped his weight down onto his arm so he was lying beside Blaine, and with the changed and easier position, the kiss intensified and the next thing Kurt knew, he had someone else's tongue in his mouth for the first time ever... and it felt really, really good.
Blaine's whole body felt like it was hit with an electric shock that seemed to bolt straight to his dick. Whatever he had been fantasising about Kurt's lips, to actually taste them and feel that glorious moment when Kurt start to kiss back, it was a billion times better than Blaine could have invented in his head. He, too, drew in a breath through his nose, and seriously, screw strawberry ice cream... Blaine had a new favourite flavour. When Kurt shifted and was pressed against Blaine in the kiss, Blaine's hand went to the back of Kurt's neck to pull him just a little further into the kiss. Their tongues swept together and it took all of Blaine's inner self control not to pull Kurt down on top of him. The kiss was beyond amazing, but Blaine wanted more and in his hunger, he did make the vital mistake of shifting his hand to Kurt's ass and pulled him closer. There would be no way Kurt didn't feel just how turned on Blaine was by this whole thing because he basically had a raging boner the split second Kurt's lips touched his own.
Felt really, really good. Too good. Too good to be true and with a small squeak of shock at finding himself pulled against Blaine, Kurt broke the kiss by tugging his head to the side right at the same moment he realise that really wasn't Blaine's hip pressed against Kurt's stomach. Panic. That was what hit next. Kurt's hand flew up to his lips at the absence of Blaine there and scrambled back up into a sitting position. He was breathless, panting slightly, and his eyes were wide as he gaped at Blaine for a few moments while he floundered for an appropriate reaction. Erections were just a little bit too much uncharted territory for Kurt on a first date... ever. "I-I-I..." he stammered and made a grab for his crutches. "I think I should go. This has all been really lovely. Really, but... it's going just a little too quickly and I just... I should go." It was extremely awkward and he probably looked like a total idiot, but he managed to at least get up on the crutches in the sad and make it to the path a few paces away. Damn him and his OCD tendencies, though. He couldn't just keep making an escape, could he? He had to stop t brush the godawful sand from his clothes because it was pissing him off when he noticed how much had to him when he had laid down beside Blaine in the kiss.
"Kurt, no! Wait," Blaine pleaded, fumbling up off the sand himself and bounding over to Kurt. Even if it was risking him getting a punch in the face, he wrapped his hand around Kurt's that had a grip on the crutches and gave his fingers a gentle squeeze. "Please don't run away. Even if you, um, can't run. I'm not taking advantage of that. Really, if you want to make a clean getaway, I'll just stand here and whistle. I'll totally pretend you're running. I'll take that on the chin. Kurt... I apologise if that was too quick. I can't apologise for the kiss, though. Because it's only just been an amazing way to end an amazing night, and I can't regret that. If you want to go, and just call this whole thing off, I won't try and stop you. But I'm... really attracted to you. I think you're a beautiful person and I... just had some uncontrollable responses. I guess what I'm trying to say is, please don't go. Let take you home... and maybe we can shoot for another date? I promise I'll keep my hands and lips to myself. No more pushing my luck."
Kurt was watching him uncertainly as he spoke, listening to the water lapping on the shore somewhere in the distance behind Blaine. His forehead was creased, almost like the sheer weight of contemplating this whole situation was too heavy for his head... but he listened. He didn't immediately bolt, even if was tempting. His scared and lonely teenage self would have bolted and found a dark corner to break down and sob in, but he was a man now, and there was this other guy here who seemed to want him, though Kurt had no fucking clue why. And he couldn't deny the kiss was something that had blown him away. Blown him away, and let his guards down. "Another date?" he asked hesitantly. "Where?"
"I don't... um... I..." Blaine floundered, scratching at his forehead with the corner of his thumb before his face brightened with a smile. "Disneyworld! We can go to Disneyworld together. When your ankle gets better, I mean. That would be fun right?"
This was when Kurt's features twisted into a WTF look, eyes narrowing a little as he tried to figure out if Blaine was serious or just pulling the piss. "Disneyworld?"
Blaine nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah. I love Disney, and I've lived here for years, but never actually been. So, we could kill two birds with one stone. You can't get more romantic than Disney, right? Because I really was aiming for romance and not... something parts of my body seemed to be thinking. I'm so sorry. Come to Disneyworld with me? But, um... um... maybe in the meantime we could... have a movie night? Just us, at my place. We could watch a romantic comedy and laugh at how much better they did it than us? Like, When Harry Met Sally? We can have popcorn and just spend time together. No fancy restaurants or starry nights..." He looked at Kurt hopefully, not realising that when he finished, he sucked in a breath and held it.
It was the sweet way Blaine did suck in that sharp breath and Kurt could see he was holding it. Blaine and his eyes, they had this way of boring right into Kurt's soul, even in the dim street light. They sparkled and with the babbling about Disneyland and movie romance, how the hell could Kurt possibly walk away from this? He couldn't. There was no way. He didn't respond, instead, he just grabbed the end of Blaine's chenille scarf and pulled him forward with it to breach the gap between them. Their lips met in another fervent kiss, and this time, Kurt didn't pull away.
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE
justbeingaqueen and rockstarwarblerWhat: The First Date
Where: Miami Beach
When: A little later, following THIS
Rating: Adult references
"Do you ever wish upon stars?"
Kurt couldn't remember the last time he had ever just come to sit on the beach and enjoy it. He lived in Miami, but he was fast realising how much he had taken the city for granted. Not only had he been oblivious to the presence of some of his old school friends (who happened to have very hot BFFs), but as he sat here in the soft sand only illuminated from some lights in the distance, he wondered why he didn't do this more often. Maybe it was the company, though. Maybe doing something like this was just not something to take for granted in good company?
He stopped stirring the plastic spoon in the little ice cream cup he was holding, the thin layer of pink milky mess settling to the bottom again. Turning his hand, he looked down at Blaine with a smile, who was lying flat on his back in the sand with his arms resting behind his head like a pillow. He was gazing up at the sweep of bright stars in the clear winter sky and then glanced over at Kurt, meeting his smile with a grin of his own. After they shared their strawberry sundae with sprinkles, Blaine had flopped down onto the sand with a content sigh and they had been sharing a companionable silence for a few minutes before Blaine broke it. "Only when I'm desperate," Kurt murmured. He was worried about messing his hair up lying in the sand. He wasn't all that fond of sand in general and whilst he had hoped it wouldn't mess his pants up initially, as they sat sharing the ice cream and rehashing in amusement about how they met, Kurt forgot about things like sand getting on his clothing.
Blaine rolled over onto his side and propped his head up on his hand. "Did they ever come true?" he asked and the continued on with a wistful smile. "I used to all the time when I was younger. I guess I was pushing my luck hoping the stars would give me whatever I wanted just because I wanted it. It's strange, though because when you do it, it seems like this huge thing at the time and you hope so badly for it... then you just really forget you even did it. At least, that's how it went down when I was a kid. I forgot that I asked the stars for the stuffed Yoda when I was seven or when I asked for straight As in my freshman year. You move on, you forget. So, I guess if you were desperate, you asked for pretty big things, huh?"
Kurt set the cup aside near his crutches so he could take it to the trash when he went back and started to trail his fingertips through the sad. There was a slow nod and hum of confirmation before he answered. "When I was nine, I wished my mom would come back. So, I guess in that sense you could say it doesn't work... or that I picked the wrong star. Maybe I picked one someone else had already used." He shrugged, tugging his lips to the side. "I've never really been all that supersitious. Or religious. Or rebelious. Ambiguous... None of the ious words, really. Wishing upon stars sort of indicates hope, and I didn't really have a whole lot of that either. Drive and ambition, yes, but I never liked to get my hopes up. Things didn't go my way so much when I was younger."
"I'm shocking with the fantasy stuff. At least, I was when I was young. I was so convinced I was getting my letter to Hogwarts on my eleventh birthday, I stayed up waiting for it. I fell asleep in class the next morning and had to try write lines for not paying attention," Blaine laughed sheepishly and emulated Kurt's motions of running his fingers in the sand, making swirly patterns with them.. "I promise, I grew out of that. I got older and learnt things really weren't as easy as all the fairy stories. Like, Prince Charming wasn't going to show up on my doorstep and sweep me off my feet. Disney has no gay characters, for a start. That the most exciting thing to happen at school dances isn't losing a glass slipper... Where did your mom go? If you don't mind me asking."
"Not at all," Kurt said quietly and met Blaine's eyes. There was more to that glass slipper comment than Blaine was saying, he just knew it. Maybe one day, he would know what it was. He wanted to. He found himself not wanting this night to end. Blaine was so easy to talk to, and he had this almost-childhoodlike innocence to his thought process, but it wasn't that. Kurt knew he wasn't naive or immature, he just had an appreciation for innocent things in life that most people lost when they grew up. Kurt had lost it. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to claim it bad, and if sharing a strawberry sundae with sprinkles with a hot guy was a start, he could be in that (even if Blaine had eaten most of it). And Blaine really was hot... why couldn't Kurt stop looking at those full lips? "She died when I was nine. Breast cancer, but I was too young at the time to understand what that was. It just left me and Dad, and things were never really the same after that. Dad was always brilliant, the best father ever, but we never really... bonded until I was sixteen and came out to him. After that, things got a lot easier. I'd been holding out on him, thinking he would hate having a gay son. I thought I would be a disappointment, but he embraced it. I was very lucky, I know. But no, wishing upon a star didn't bring my mom back, for obvious reasons not so obvious to a nine year old."
Blaine bit down on his lip and broke the eye contact briefly. His fingers paused in the sand, wondering how far to take the conversation. Kurt was opening up his heart here, though, so he was setting the bar. "I still have both my parents, but I didn't really get the best of luck with fathers. I was a disappointment for being gay to mine. He pretty much thought if he did enough manly activities with me, I would realise I was really straight. Really, it just made me feel even more gay but that's beside the point. I knew he was going to be like that. He was very conservative. A lawyer, by the book. Wanted me to succeed in everything I tried, I was expected to get the best grades, take up lots of extracurricular activities to impress his colleagues. Oh look, my son is an award-winning polo player and fencer. It sounds good, see? But damn, it was never my passion at all. It was just a whole lot of going through the motions. I never really bonded with my father in that sense, either. It was all him calling the shots and me jumping to please him. But my folks divorced when I was seventeen. Dad moved to California and shacked up with a desperate housewife, and mom married a State's Attorney... which is seriously a story for another day."
Kurt listened sympathetically and then rested his hand on Blaine's arm, giving it a soft rub. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. I can't imagine being oppressed in that sense. Oppression, yes, that's something I understand in that Ohio's views on gay people in geneal were never much for the fainthearted. But not to feel like I had to conform to please my family. Dad was very supportive of me being whoever I wanted to be. It just wasn't always that easy because I was very judge for being me. There was always someone judging me. He remarried too, though. To the mother of the guy I had a crush on in sophomore year," he said with a wry snort of laughter. "Did I mention I had a delusional streak, also? It turned out for the better, though. Finn and me got along in the end, and he lives here in Miami too now. He's just nothing like me. We're chalk and cheese. He has a huge heart, but he's an ex-juvie in-mate, flunked high school and became a tattooist and wannabe rockstar..." He paused and wet his lips with a glance at Blaine. "All because of you best friend, actually. But don't worry, that has no bearing on anything with us. At all. That is their fish to fry and I was never personally involved."
"Finn's your brother?!" Blaine squeaked, his mouth dropping open so a gasp of, "Holy fuck!" could fall out of it. He knew the story. He heard the name from Puck numerous times, and now here it was again and Blaine was more than able to connect the dots. "He... doesn't still want to kill Puck or anything, does he? I... jeez. Talk about awkward moment. I feel like I should be apologising, but seriously, Puck's not the same guy he used to be. He's not even the same guy he was when I first met him. You would not believe the bitch fights we had and how often I used to tell him off or call him a douche. But we just kept going back to being pals. I can't even begin to explain how, but it just works."
Kurt smirked and eyed Blaine in amusement. "I'm pretty sure there will always be a tiny part of Finn that wants to kill Puck. Rachel was really special to him and he was absolutely devastated when she got knocked up by another guy. After that, he made a lot of bad choices and never really found his feet again. Where I lack in rebellion, Finn makes up for it, so maybe we're more like Yin and Yang than chalk and cheese. Still, it's why Rachel and me never really rectified any sort of friendship or acquaintance. I had loyalties, and I had my own shit going on. It wasn't just Rachel, though, because you start thinking I maybe isolated her and judged her. I didn't. I pulled away from most people for various reasons. Rachel was very competitive and basically left my chances to shine for dust. I resented that, and although I stayed in Glee Club, it was just secondary to any of my other interests until Mr Schue left and Holly took over. She came in with fair game and everyone had a chance to offer their opinion and have a chance to shine. It was too late for me, though. My love for performing was already waning..."
"Well, I hope they can all learn to play nice... for us," Blaine murmured, watching Kurt's face intently. When Kurt's tongue darted out and brushed over his lips to wet them, Blaine just couldn't look away. He had the most perfect mouth, and the impure thoughts he had been having about that tongue would surely send him to hell. Kurt's voice was so soft and unassuming when he spoke from the heart, but Blaine didn't doubt for a minute that if he had been a cheerleading captain, he could probably scream down the best of them. Scream... Blaine would really like to make him scream... Oh shit! He couldn't think like that. If he thought like that, he would get a boner, and these pants wouldn't hide it. He wanted to kiss him. He wanted to kiss him so bady. Was it too soon for that? All he wanted to know was how Kurt tasted, and how those lips felt against his own. They looked to warm and soft, they had to taste amazing. Which was only when he noticed that Kurt was leaning in a little in the intense eye contact they had developed between then. Kurt was leaning in to his words, so Blaine bit the bullet and hope it didn't turn around to get him in the ass...
He pushed up and claimed Kurt's lips with his own.
It took Kurt by such surprised that he sucked in a sharp gasp of breath through his nose as all his senses piqued to alert him to the fact that - holy shit - Blaine was kissing him! There had been kisses in the past, a total of two. One with Brittany, and the second stolen viciously with Karofsky, and after that, Kurt had never let anyone else close enough to get their lips near him. And now all of a sudden, he was, and his brain didn't immediately start screeching warning bells or flashing a bright red 'AVERT! AVERT!' sign behind his eyelids. There was a few beats of hesitation, but only because he was so shocked... not that Blaine rushed into it. There had been a distinct few moments where Blaine was leaning in that Kurt realised exactly what was going to happen and even then, he didn't roadblock it. He didn't protest. His eyes just fell to Blaine's lips again as they neared and then they fell shut as soon as the kiss began. Oh wow, it was like heaven. At least, he was pretty sure heaven felt a lot like this. Wait... weren't kisses supposed to be awkward or rough, or was that just stupid insecurities again? This wasn't awkward, and it wasn't rough. It wasn't rough at all. It was soft, and it was sweet, and Blaine's lips against his felt like a hug for his mouth. Shit, they were some really nice lips... and that was when Kurt finally started to kiss back. He dropped his weight down onto his arm so he was lying beside Blaine, and with the changed and easier position, the kiss intensified and the next thing Kurt knew, he had someone else's tongue in his mouth for the first time ever... and it felt really, really good.
Blaine's whole body felt like it was hit with an electric shock that seemed to bolt straight to his dick. Whatever he had been fantasising about Kurt's lips, to actually taste them and feel that glorious moment when Kurt start to kiss back, it was a billion times better than Blaine could have invented in his head. He, too, drew in a breath through his nose, and seriously, screw strawberry ice cream... Blaine had a new favourite flavour. When Kurt shifted and was pressed against Blaine in the kiss, Blaine's hand went to the back of Kurt's neck to pull him just a little further into the kiss. Their tongues swept together and it took all of Blaine's inner self control not to pull Kurt down on top of him. The kiss was beyond amazing, but Blaine wanted more and in his hunger, he did make the vital mistake of shifting his hand to Kurt's ass and pulled him closer. There would be no way Kurt didn't feel just how turned on Blaine was by this whole thing because he basically had a raging boner the split second Kurt's lips touched his own.
Felt really, really good. Too good. Too good to be true and with a small squeak of shock at finding himself pulled against Blaine, Kurt broke the kiss by tugging his head to the side right at the same moment he realise that really wasn't Blaine's hip pressed against Kurt's stomach. Panic. That was what hit next. Kurt's hand flew up to his lips at the absence of Blaine there and scrambled back up into a sitting position. He was breathless, panting slightly, and his eyes were wide as he gaped at Blaine for a few moments while he floundered for an appropriate reaction. Erections were just a little bit too much uncharted territory for Kurt on a first date... ever. "I-I-I..." he stammered and made a grab for his crutches. "I think I should go. This has all been really lovely. Really, but... it's going just a little too quickly and I just... I should go." It was extremely awkward and he probably looked like a total idiot, but he managed to at least get up on the crutches in the sad and make it to the path a few paces away. Damn him and his OCD tendencies, though. He couldn't just keep making an escape, could he? He had to stop t brush the godawful sand from his clothes because it was pissing him off when he noticed how much had to him when he had laid down beside Blaine in the kiss.
"Kurt, no! Wait," Blaine pleaded, fumbling up off the sand himself and bounding over to Kurt. Even if it was risking him getting a punch in the face, he wrapped his hand around Kurt's that had a grip on the crutches and gave his fingers a gentle squeeze. "Please don't run away. Even if you, um, can't run. I'm not taking advantage of that. Really, if you want to make a clean getaway, I'll just stand here and whistle. I'll totally pretend you're running. I'll take that on the chin. Kurt... I apologise if that was too quick. I can't apologise for the kiss, though. Because it's only just been an amazing way to end an amazing night, and I can't regret that. If you want to go, and just call this whole thing off, I won't try and stop you. But I'm... really attracted to you. I think you're a beautiful person and I... just had some uncontrollable responses. I guess what I'm trying to say is, please don't go. Let take you home... and maybe we can shoot for another date? I promise I'll keep my hands and lips to myself. No more pushing my luck."
Kurt was watching him uncertainly as he spoke, listening to the water lapping on the shore somewhere in the distance behind Blaine. His forehead was creased, almost like the sheer weight of contemplating this whole situation was too heavy for his head... but he listened. He didn't immediately bolt, even if was tempting. His scared and lonely teenage self would have bolted and found a dark corner to break down and sob in, but he was a man now, and there was this other guy here who seemed to want him, though Kurt had no fucking clue why. And he couldn't deny the kiss was something that had blown him away. Blown him away, and let his guards down. "Another date?" he asked hesitantly. "Where?"
"I don't... um... I..." Blaine floundered, scratching at his forehead with the corner of his thumb before his face brightened with a smile. "Disneyworld! We can go to Disneyworld together. When your ankle gets better, I mean. That would be fun right?"
This was when Kurt's features twisted into a WTF look, eyes narrowing a little as he tried to figure out if Blaine was serious or just pulling the piss. "Disneyworld?"
Blaine nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah. I love Disney, and I've lived here for years, but never actually been. So, we could kill two birds with one stone. You can't get more romantic than Disney, right? Because I really was aiming for romance and not... something parts of my body seemed to be thinking. I'm so sorry. Come to Disneyworld with me? But, um... um... maybe in the meantime we could... have a movie night? Just us, at my place. We could watch a romantic comedy and laugh at how much better they did it than us? Like, When Harry Met Sally? We can have popcorn and just spend time together. No fancy restaurants or starry nights..." He looked at Kurt hopefully, not realising that when he finished, he sucked in a breath and held it.
It was the sweet way Blaine did suck in that sharp breath and Kurt could see he was holding it. Blaine and his eyes, they had this way of boring right into Kurt's soul, even in the dim street light. They sparkled and with the babbling about Disneyland and movie romance, how the hell could Kurt possibly walk away from this? He couldn't. There was no way. He didn't respond, instead, he just grabbed the end of Blaine's chenille scarf and pulled him forward with it to breach the gap between them. Their lips met in another fervent kiss, and this time, Kurt didn't pull away.
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE