blaine rebel anderson. 22. singer. songwriter. musician. in love with my best friend and the keeper of my heart, kurt elizabeth hummel. (NOT real. I do not own Glee, its characters or the actors that portray them. I am simply using Blaine Anderson for my own entertainment.)Tumblr (3.0; @blaineitonthecourage)http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/<p><a href="http://thefabkhummel.tumblr.com/post/7875380410">thefabkhummel</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7874349574">blaineitonthecourage</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>“You have <em>entirely </em>way too much faith in me. Have you forgotten the Gap Attack already?” Blaine teases, kissing back. He gives Kurt’s waist a squeeze and pulls away, moving to pick up their bags. He shoulders his duffle and shifts Kurt’s bag into the same hand, offering his free arm to Kurt with an exaggerated wink. He’s being silly in an effort to lighten the mood, wanting to start their staycation off on a chipper note, even before they leave the apartment.</p> <p>“Well, Mr. Hummel. Shall we go? I can’t promise romance but I assure you that an adventure of epic proportions awaits us.” Blaine steers them both towards the door, swiping his keys off the table. He turns to lock the door behind them before offering Kurt his arm again, leading him towards the elevator. “I hope we get to see a panda. I <em>love </em>pandas!”</p> </blockquote> <p>“Shh, we don’t speak of that,” Kurt laughs softly, linking his arm with Blaine’s. “I still judge you for justifying marriage by the fact that you would have gotten a fifty percent discount at the Gap. I mean, really…if you’re going to justify marrying something for a clothing discount, you should have been marrying someone from Chanel or Dolce and Gabbana.” He winks, following Blaine out of the apartment. This was it, this was the real test. </p> <p>Kurt has to say, the banter between them makes it easier to step foot outside. They haven’t been this relaxed probably since they got engaged, and truth be told, he missed it. “A panda, B? Is <em>that</em> why you not so subtly suggested a hotel next to the zoo?” He shakes his head a little, resting his head on Blaine’s shoulder as the elevator doors slide shut. “I should have known you had ulterior motives for that suggestion.”</p> </blockquote> <p>Blaine levels a look of disbelief at Kurt, shaking his head slightly. &#8220;Kurt. You of all people know that I have zero fashion sense. A GAP discount was the mecca of fashion for me, okay? How else was I going to afford cardigans and argyle socks?&#8221; Blaine bumps his hip into Kurt&#8217;s a little, grinning. &#8220;Of course, now I realize that I only have to be <em>friends </em>with someone to cash in on the GAP discount.&#8221;</p> <p>He punches the button for the bottom floor as the doors slide shut, turning to Kurt with a pout. &#8220;I will have you know that I was totally subtle. Like a <em>ninja.&#8221; </em>He presses a kiss to Kurt&#8217;s forehead, smiling a little to himself. &#8220;We haven&#8217;t been to the zoo here, yet, and I thought it would be a perfect place for a date, should we be bothered to leave the hotel room.&#8221; Blaine throws Kurt a saucy wink as the doors open and they step.</p> <p>Blaine&#8217;s careful to keep the mood light enough to distract Kurt and he keeps their pace even and without hesitation, so Kurt doesn&#8217;t have a chance to get second thoughts. Blaine gets them outside and into the sunshine in nothing flat, already attempting to hail a taxi while still keeping protectively close to Kurt, but not so close that it&#8217;s obvious. &#8220;I don&#8217;t think I will ever get used to New York traffic.&#8221;</p>http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/8135004304http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/8135004304Wed, 27 Jul 2011 13:50:01 -0400Blaine AndersonKurt Hummelscene: a weekend getaway<p><a href="http://thefabkhummel.tumblr.com/post/7878298494">thefabkhummel</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7875250284">blaineitonthecourage</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>“Oh, <em>fuck!</em>”</p> <p>Everett’s orgasm catching him completely by surprise, the vibrations from Cameron humming around him sending him right over the edge. His hips snap forward uncontrollably, forcing his cock back and deep in Cameron’s mouth as he releases hot spurts down the back of his throat.</p> <p>He slumps back against the wall, legs refusing to hold him anymore as he slips out Cam’s mouth and he slides down the wall, body tingling pleasantly. It feels like it takes all the effort in the world to open his eyes but when he does, he’s greeted by Cameron’s face, lips red and raw and completely fucked open. Ev’s cock gives a half-hearted twitch and he moans at the sensitivity.</p> <p>“Did you save a taste for me?”</p> <p>____________</p> <p>Blaine waits until Kurt’s completely drifted off before he lets himself relax further. He closes his eyes and lets himself drift towards sleep, knowing that he won’t sleep deep just in case Kurt needs him. His lasts coherent thought before sleep claims him is of Kurt and only Kurt.</p> </blockquote> <p>Everett’s cum hitting the back of his throat is surprising, but definitely not unwelcome. Cameron swallows all he can, a little bit remaining on his tongue as the elder man slides out of his mouth and down to the floor in front of him. He has half a mind to swallow it down too, until Everett asks if he’s saved a taste. Nodding coyly, Cameron leans forward, sliding his tongue against Everett’s. His own mouth is raw and it almost hurts to move his lips the way he is, bruised and swollen, but he’ll be damned if it isn’t worth it to see the look on Everett’s face when he pulls away.</p> <p>“Love you, Ev.”</p> </blockquote> <p>Everett groans against Cameron&#8217;s mouth, chasing the taste of himself with his tongue. It&#8217;s dirty and filthy and so completely hot and Everett&#8217;s cock gives a half-hearted twitch of interest, as though it&#8217;s considering round two already.</p> <p><em>&#8220;C&#8217;mere,&#8221; </em>he all but growls out, using what energy and brain cells he&#8217;s got left to haul Cameron closer, forcing him to straddle his thighs as he reaches between them to get at Cameron&#8217;s cock. &#8220;So fucking hot, Cam. Love you so much.&#8221;</p>http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/8134520814http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/8134520814Wed, 27 Jul 2011 13:35:51 -0400Blaine AndersonKurt HummelEverett AndersonCameron Hummelscene: this tastes like ashes on my tongue<p><a href="http://thefabkhummel.tumblr.com/post/7864429233">thefabkhummel</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7858084368">blaineitonthecourage</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Everett wants to say something, wants to keep this going a little bit longer, but Cameron’s sucking his cock down before he can even get a word out and his knees almost buckle at the sensation, his hand flying out to hold himself up against the wall and doorframe.</p> <p>“F-Fuck! Cameron!” Everett’s dimly aware that he’s being loud and probably disturbing his brother and his fiancé but he can’t seem to catch his breath fast enough to control himself. He rocks his hips up, cock sliding in and out of Cameron’s mouth and he wasn’t going to do this, not yet, but he can’t help but rock his hips harder, fucking Cameron’s mouth.</p> <p>“S-so hot. Such a pretty little mouth.”</p> <p>_________</p> <p>“Baby, I promise to be here until you don’t need me anymore.” Blaine presses a kiss to Kurt’s temple, lips lingering a few seconds. Kurt needs his sleep; Blaine knows the last few days haven’t been easy on him and he knows that he’s partially to blame for it. Instead of giving in to the gnawing guilt, Blaine just holds Kurt tighter, softly singing his favorite lullaby.</p> <p>“<em>Honey is for bees, silly bear. </em></p> <p><em>Besides there’s jelly beans everywhere. </em></p> <p><em>It’s not what it seems in the land of dreams</em></p> <p><em>Don’t worry your head just go to sleep.</em></p> <p><em>It doesn’t matter how you feel, life is just a ferris wheel<br/></em></p> <p><em>It’s always up and down, don’t make a sound.</em></p> <p><em>When you wake up the world will come around. </em></p> <p><em>When you wake up the world will come around. </em></p> <p><em>It’s just the sweet weather and the peacock feathers</em></p> <p><em>In the morning it will be all better</em></p> <p><em>It’s not what it seems in the land of dreams</em></p> <p><em>Don’t worry your head just go to sleep.”<br/></em></p> </blockquote> <p>Cameron smirks a little—well, as best he can—with Everett’s cock in his mouth, satisfied that the elder man is having this kind of reaction, despite their brothers in the room next door. There’s something satisfying about how the head of Everett’s dick is hitting the back of his throat with each thrust, rough and dirty.</p> <p>After a moment or two, he decides to give up the innocent act, reaching up and starting to massage Everett’s balls, humming lightly as he does so. He turns his eyes up once more, never breaking his rhythm.</p> <p>—-</p> <p>“I’ll always need you,” Kurt whispers, giving a final yawn under his breath, a little smile on his face as he listens to the lyrics. He doesn’t fight the weight of his eyelids anymore, letting sleep overtake him as Blaine sings softly in his ear, this time floating off into a dream instead of a nightmare.</p> <p>There’s laughter and smiles, and a beautiful New York skyline in the background just over the hill of the house. A little girl and boy—twins—cling to his legs in the kitchen as he bakes cookies, his pregnant belly covered by an apron. Blaine walks in the door, and their kids run to their father, their shrieks of “Daddy!” filling the kitchen. His husband kneels down, hugging the two children tightly before he stands to kiss Kurt’s cheek, hands rubbing against the younger man’s stomach. It’s perfect, everything Kurt wants the future to be, everything he hopes happens in Blaine’s and his life. </p> </blockquote> <p>&#8220;Oh, <em>fuck!</em>&#8221;</p> <p>Everett&#8217;s orgasm catching him completely by surprise, the vibrations from Cameron humming around him sending him right over the edge. His hips snap forward uncontrollably, forcing his cock back and deep in Cameron&#8217;s mouth as he releases hot spurts down the back of his throat.</p> <p>He slumps back against the wall, legs refusing to hold him anymore as he slips out Cam&#8217;s mouth and he slides down the wall, body tingling pleasantly. It feels like it takes all the effort in the world to open his eyes but when he does, he&#8217;s greeted by Cameron&#8217;s face, lips red and raw and completely fucked open. Ev&#8217;s cock gives a half-hearted twitch and he moans at the sensitivity.</p> <p>&#8220;Did you save a taste for me?&#8221;</p> <p>____________</p> <p>Blaine waits until Kurt&#8217;s completely drifted off before he lets himself relax further. He closes his eyes and lets himself drift towards sleep, knowing that he won&#8217;t sleep deep just in case Kurt needs him. His lasts coherent thought before sleep claims him is of Kurt and only Kurt.</p>http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7875250284http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7875250284Thu, 21 Jul 2011 01:25:38 -0400Blaine AndersonKurt HummelCameron HummelEverett Andersonscene: this tastes like ashes on my tongue<p><a href="http://thefabkhummel.tumblr.com/post/7864993622">thefabkhummel</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7858425265">blaineitonthecourage</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Blaine widens his eyes dramatically, looking convincingly upset. “How did you figure out my surprise? I’ve been planning it since you made the reservations. I thought I would surprise you and pamper you until you were sick of me.”</p> <p>Blaine makes a dramatic pouty face, but there’s a hint of a smile teasing around the corners. He’s only half joking; he really did call the hotel and request to have champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries waiting in their room and he did plan to pamper the hell out of Kurt, but it’s not as soul-crushing as he’s playing it off to be. “You know I’m not romantic. How am I supposed to top that?!”</p> </blockquote> <p>Kurt buries his face into the pillow of their bed, groaning softly. “B, I’m sorry. Leave it to me to ruin the surprise.” Peeking up after a moment, Kurt can see the smile playing across Blaine’s lips, and he can’t help but glare at his fiancé. “You’re terrible, why do I even keep you?” He says with a laugh, throwing a pillow, purposely missing the other man.</p> <p>“Come on, if it’ll make you feel better, let’s go, and you really can feed me strawberries and we can sip champagne and spoil me rotten, for lack of a better way to put it.” Kurt stands up, draping his arms around Blaine’s shoulders and pressing a kiss to his lips. “I’m sure you’ll find a way to top it. You always do, darling.”</p> </blockquote> <p>&#8220;You have <em>entirely </em>way too much faith in me. Have you forgotten the Gap Attack already?&#8221; Blaine teases, kissing back. He gives Kurt&#8217;s waist a squeeze and pulls away, moving to pick up their bags. He shoulders his duffle and shifts Kurt&#8217;s bag into the same hand, offering his free arm to Kurt with an exaggerated wink. He&#8217;s being silly in an effort to lighten the mood, wanting to start their staycation off on a chipper note, even before they leave the apartment.</p> <p>&#8220;Well, Mr. Hummel. Shall we go? I can&#8217;t promise romance but I assure you that an adventure of epic proportions awaits us.&#8221; Blaine steers them both towards the door, swiping his keys off the table. He turns to lock the door behind them before offering Kurt his arm again, leading him towards the elevator. &#8220;I hope we get to see a panda. I <em>love </em>pandas!&#8221;</p>http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7874349574http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7874349574Thu, 21 Jul 2011 00:56:49 -0400Blaine AndersonKurt Hummelscene: A Weekend Getaway<p><a href="http://thefabkhummel.tumblr.com/post/7840368493">thefabkhummel</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7839812212">blaineitonthecourage</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Grinning widely, Blaine jumps up and moves to their closet, unable to resist shaking his ass a little as he goes. Seeing Kurt smile, even a small one, is like watching the sun come out on a rainy day and Blaine’s determined to see more of it, whatever it takes.</p> <p>Pulling on Kurt’s favorite long-sleeved henley and a pair of dark skinny jeans, Blaine grabs his shoes and moves over to the dresser to grab a pair of socks before returning to the bed to put them on. “So, I’m thinking we should take full advantage of this weekend and order room service like we’re actually on vacation. What do you think?”</p> </blockquote> <p>Kurt can’t help but roll his eyes playfully, his smile widening as his fiancé shakes his ass on his way to the closet. “You, darling, are an absolute weirdo, but I wouldn’t have you any other way.” Kurt can honestly say he wouldn’t. Blaine may be a goof, but that’s the Blaine Kurt fell in love with all those years ago.</p> <p>He can’t help but lick his lips a little as Blaine walks out of the closet, dressed in that grey henley and skinny jeans that hug his torso and legs in all the right places. “Ahh, room service…right. Yeah, that sounds perfect,” He pauses, standing up and straightening out his own clothes. “In fact, I don’t ever plan on leaving the bed. I expect you to feed me strawberries and champagne in between the times we make love.” Kurt’s teasing, of course. He’s not <em>that </em>high maintenance. “You don’t really have to that though, B…but room service does sound pretty amazing.”</p> </blockquote> <p>Blaine widens his eyes dramatically, looking convincingly upset. &#8220;How did you figure out my surprise? I&#8217;ve been planning it since you made the reservations. I thought I would surprise you and pamper you until you were sick of me.&#8221;</p> <p>Blaine makes a dramatic pouty face, but there&#8217;s a hint of a smile teasing around the corners. He&#8217;s only half joking; he really did call the hotel and request to have champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries waiting in their room and he did plan to pamper the hell out of Kurt, but it&#8217;s not as soul-crushing as he&#8217;s playing it off to be. &#8220;You know I&#8217;m not romantic. How am I supposed to top that?!&#8221;</p>http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7858425265http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7858425265Wed, 20 Jul 2011 17:47:49 -0400Blaine AndersonKurt Hummelscene: A Weekend Getaway<p><a href="http://thefabkhummel.tumblr.com/post/7840686924">thefabkhummel</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7839952814">blaineitonthecourage</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Holy. <em>Fuck. </em>Everett is pretty sure that it’s nothing short of a miracle that keeps him from coming right then and there. The image Cameron paints flashes across his closed eyelids and his cock gives an interested twitch in response. Swallowing roughly, Everett forces his eyes open again and looks down at Cameron.</p> <p>“You <em>have </em>been an awfully bad boy. Virgins aren’t this good at giving head. Who’ve you been practicing on, boy?”</p> <p>Everett slaps Cameron’s face when he doesn’t answer quick and though it isn’t too hard, his palm print blooms red on the pale, sensitive skin and another wave of heat rolls through Ev. “I asked you a question.”</p> <p>__________</p> <p>“I hate being away from you. Late nights in the studio suck because I’d rather be here with you. I don’t sleep well when you’re not next to me.”</p> <p>Rubbing Kurt’s back, Blaine lets his eyes droop closed, inhaling the scent of the man next to him, relaxing into the warm weight of Kurt in his arms. “Sleep, baby. You need it. I will be here when you wake up.”</p> </blockquote> <p>Cameron gasps a little as Everett’s open palm makes contact with his face. The slap is hard enough that he feels the satisfying sting across his skin, but not so hard that any kind of permanent mark will be left. </p> <p>“N-No one, sir.” Cameron whispers, the most innocent of  whimpers escaping his lips. “I just…know what I want, thats all.” He stops stroking Ev’s cock, biting his bottom lip a little. “Just let me suck your cock, sir…you won’t regret it, I promise.”</p> <p>Before the other man can protest, Cameron takes him fully into his mouth, thankful whatever gag reflex he had, had disappeared long ago.</p> <p>—</p> <p>“I know the feeling,” Kurt whispers sleepily, cuddling as close as he can to Blaine. If he had his way, neither of them would have to work the long hours that they do, often to just make ends meet. He’d rather it be that way, however, than them losing everything they’d worked for up to this point. Everything aside, he was glad Blaine was willing to work so hard, even at a job his fiancé didn’t necessarily care for, just so they could have a life at all.</p> <p>“I’m scared, B. I don’t want the nightmares to come back,” His protest to sleep is weakened as he yawns, longer and more deeply this time. “You promise you’ll be here if they come back? You promise you’ll be here even if they don’t come back?”</p> </blockquote> <p>Everett wants to say something, wants to keep this going a little bit longer, but Cameron&#8217;s sucking his cock down before he can even get a word out and his knees almost buckle at the sensation, his hand flying out to hold himself up against the wall and doorframe.</p> <p>&#8220;F-Fuck! Cameron!&#8221; Everett&#8217;s dimly aware that he&#8217;s being loud and probably disturbing his brother and his fiancé but he can&#8217;t seem to catch his breath fast enough to control himself. He rocks his hips up, cock sliding in and out of Cameron&#8217;s mouth and he wasn&#8217;t going to do this, not yet, but he can&#8217;t help but rock his hips harder, fucking Cameron&#8217;s mouth.</p> <p>&#8220;S-so hot. Such a pretty little mouth.&#8221;</p> <p>_________</p> <p>&#8220;Baby, I promise to be here until you don&#8217;t need me anymore.&#8221; Blaine presses a kiss to Kurt&#8217;s temple, lips lingering a few seconds. Kurt needs his sleep; Blaine knows the last few days haven&#8217;t been easy on him and he knows that he&#8217;s partially to blame for it. Instead of giving in to the gnawing guilt, Blaine just holds Kurt tighter, softly singing his favorite lullaby.</p> <p>&#8220;<em>Honey is for bees, silly bear. </em></p> <p><em>Besides there&#8217;s jelly beans everywhere. </em></p> <p><em>It&#8217;s not what it seems in the land of dreams</em></p> <p><em>Don&#8217;t worry your head just go to sleep.</em></p> <p><em>It doesn&#8217;t matter how you feel, life is just a ferris wheel<br/></em></p> <p><em>It&#8217;s always up and down, don&#8217;t make a sound.</em></p> <p><em>When you wake up the world will come around. </em></p> <p><em>When you wake up the world will come around. </em></p> <p><em>It&#8217;s just the sweet weather and the peacock feathers</em></p> <p><em>In the morning it will be all better</em></p> <p><em>It&#8217;s not what it seems in the land of dreams</em></p> <p><em>Don&#8217;t worry your head just go to sleep.&#8221;<br/></em></p>http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7858084368http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7858084368Wed, 20 Jul 2011 17:38:27 -0400Blaine AndersonKurt HummelEverett AndersonCameron Hummelscene: this tastes like ashes on my tongue<p><a href="http://thefabkhummel.tumblr.com/post/7781380230">thefabkhummel</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7607668081">blaineitonthecourage</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Cameron Hummel is a lot of things. Jaded, a fucking <em>tease</em>, pretty on his knees and so fucking good with his mouth. The first time they’d fooled around, Everett was sure he’d died and gone to blowjob heaven because never in his life had he ever felt a mouth so good. Somehow, every single time just keeps getting impossibly better.</p> <p>Everett bites his lip hard against a moan, his fingers tangling deep and tight in Cameron’s hair, hips rocking gently with the the movement of the other boy’s mouth. He wants to fuck his mouth, get it all nice and red and puffy, tight around his cock, but he’s trying - and quickly slipping - to stay “in character” and a cocksucking virgin like Cam can’t handle that. Not yet.</p> <p>Eyes half-lidded, Ev reaches down and strokes Cam’s jaw gently with his thumb and he can feel the way Cameron’s mouth moves around his cock, can feel the suction both through his cheek and on his dick inside his mouth. A hot flash of pleasure shudders through Everett and he almost loses it right then.</p> <p>“You sure you’ve never done this before? You’re pretty good.”</p> <p>__________</p> <p>“We’re gonna be okay, Kurt.” Blaine wiggles impossibly closer and he lets go of Kurt’s waist with one arm to reach up and lace his fingers with Kurt’s left, feeling the cool of his ring on Kurt’s finger. It still gives him shivers to think that Kurt’s his, forever and for always.</p> <p>Bringing their joined hands up and back, Blaine presses a kiss to Kurt’s ring, fingers squeezing. “I love you. We’re forever. No matter what gets in the way or what we have to overcome, we’ll reach the end together.”</p> </blockquote> <p>Cameron sits up on his knees a little, pulling off Everett with a soft pop. “Yes sir. Absolutely positive. Never done this before at all.” He smirks mischievously, wrapping his hand gingerly around the elder man’s erection, starting to pump slowly.</p> <p>“I want you to teach me a lesson. I’ve been a bad boy, speaking out of turn. I want you to fuck my mouth with that big cock of yours until my eyes water and my jaw aches. Maybe slap me around a little. But you aren’t going to let me taste your cum. I was too bad for that. When you’re close, you’re going to stop and come on my face because that’s what a naughty boy deserves,” Cameron whispers, licking his lips a little. “But then again, what would a little virgin like me know about that kind of thing?” Winking, he takes Everett back into his mouth, humming ever so slightly.</p> <p>—</p> <p>“I love you too, B. And I’m glad you’re my forever. I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else,” Kurt smiles a little at the contact of Blaine’s lips against his skin. Between his fiancé’s warm body against his, and the general lack of sleep both from the night before and since the attack overall, Kurt’s limbs and head felt heavy. </p> <p>Letting out a soft yawn, Kurt turns over in Blaine’s arms, nuzzling his nose into the older man’s neck. “‘M glad you’re home, I always miss you when you’re gone.” Even before the attack, Kurt had always slept easier when Blaine was next to him. He supposed it stemmed from the occasional sleepovers in high school that had turned into Blaine practically moving into the Hudson-Hummel house—not that anyone in said house minded, of course. On the rare night that Blaine wasn’t there, however, Kurt slept just a little less easy and worried just a little bit more. Needless to say, the time they spent apart in college had been hell and Kurt looked forward to every visit they got together over the various breaks and the summertime. </p> </blockquote> <p>Holy. <em>Fuck. </em>Everett is pretty sure that it&#8217;s nothing short of a miracle that keeps him from coming right then and there. The image Cameron paints flashes across his closed eyelids and his cock gives an interested twitch in response. Swallowing roughly, Everett forces his eyes open again and looks down at Cameron.</p> <p>&#8220;You <em>have </em>been an awfully bad boy. Virgins aren&#8217;t this good at giving head. Who&#8217;ve you been practicing on, boy?&#8221;</p> <p>Everett slaps Cameron&#8217;s face when he doesn&#8217;t answer quick and though it isn&#8217;t too hard, his palm print blooms red on the pale, sensitive skin and another wave of heat rolls through Ev. &#8220;I asked you a question.&#8221;</p> <p>__________</p> <p>&#8220;I hate being away from you. Late nights in the studio suck because I&#8217;d rather be here with you. I don&#8217;t sleep well when you&#8217;re not next to me.&#8221;</p> <p>Rubbing Kurt&#8217;s back, Blaine lets his eyes droop closed, inhaling the scent of the man next to him, relaxing into the warm weight of Kurt in his arms. &#8220;Sleep, baby. You need it. I will be here when you wake up.&#8221; </p>http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7839952814http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7839952814Wed, 20 Jul 2011 06:25:56 -0400Blaine AndersonKurt HummelEverett AndersonCameron Hummelscene: this tastes like ashes on my tongue<p><a href="http://thefabkhummel.tumblr.com/post/7620531619">thefabkhummel</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7330992041">blaineitonthecourage</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Blaine can’t help but gather Kurt up in his arms, even as his own heart is breaking for his fiancé. Blaine’s been here and he knows how it feels but it doesn’t mean that he ever, ever wanted Kurt to have to experience it, alone or otherwise. He wishes he could tell him that it will get better overnight or that he had the means to just wave a wand and make it better and it kills him to know that there is nothing he can do but promise to be there for Kurt.</p> <p>He presses his face against Kurt’s neck, holding on to him tightly, eyes shut tight. He can’t break down and cry now, not when Kurt needs him to be strong for him, for the both of them.</p> <p>“I know. I know it doesn’t feel like it’s ever going to get better and everything outside of this apartment is absolutely terrifying. But I swear, Kurt. It <em>will </em>get better and you won’t always be scared.”</p> <p>He pulls back to look at his boyfriend, his beautiful, precious, Kurt and he makes sure never to break eye contact. “No one expects you to get over this overnight, Kurt and we all know that it’s going to take time for you to recover. It’s not going to be like this forever and if it means staying in our apartment forever until you are completely comfortable leaving it, then so be it. I don’t care. As long as you’re safe and comfortable.”</p> <p>Blaine presses a kiss to Kurt’s lips, hands bracketing his face. “But I know you. You’re strong and brave and fucking amazing. You’re gonna beat this, gonna conquer it and when you come out on the other side, you’re going to be so much stronger and braver than I ever thought possible. You won’t be scared for the rest of your life because you’re Kurt Hummel and <em>I believe in you.</em>”</p> </blockquote> <p>A small, choked sob escapes Kurt’s lips, his eyes welling up with tears as Blaine speaks. What did he ever do to deserve the man in front of him? What did he ever do to deserve the words of encouragement and affection that were coming from that same man’s mouth? He leans his forehead closer so it’s resting against Blaine’s, turning his cheek slightly to nuzzle into the other man’s palm. Kurt knows that if he were to say that he was too scared to leave the house right now—that he wanted to forget the hotel and just stay in their bed and watch movies the rest of the night—that Blaine wouldn’t chastise him or even oppose it. For the briefest of moments, Kurt considers it, the words on the tip of his tongue.</p> <p>Then, he looks into Blaine’s eyes. There’s hope there. There’s optimism there. Most of all, however, there’s strength there, and that’s all Kurt needs to return Blaine’s kiss, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Put some clothes on, and let’s go,” He says, tapping Blaine’s bare backside lightly. “As much as<em> I </em>love seeing you naked, I’d prefer not to share that view with the rest of New York City.”</p> </blockquote> <p>Grinning widely, Blaine jumps up and moves to their closet, unable to resist shaking his ass a little as he goes. Seeing Kurt smile, even a small one, is like watching the sun come out on a rainy day and Blaine&#8217;s determined to see more of it, whatever it takes.</p> <p>Pulling on Kurt&#8217;s favorite long-sleeved henley and a pair of dark skinny jeans, Blaine grabs his shoes and moves over to the dresser to grab a pair of socks before returning to the bed to put them on. &#8220;So, I&#8217;m thinking we should take full advantage of this weekend and order room service like we&#8217;re actually on vacation. What do you think?&#8221;</p>http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7839812212http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7839812212Wed, 20 Jul 2011 06:15:27 -0400Blaine AndersonKurt Hummelscene: A Weekend Getaway<p>Blaine probably shouldn&#8217;t have been so harsh to Everett and he&#8217;ll regret it and apologize later, but right now, all he can focus on is Kurt. Kurt, who&#8217;s carrying their child and looking utterly distraught as Blaine opens the door. He can hear Cameron yelling about something but he can&#8217;t really be bothered to care at the moment.</p> <p>Slipping into the bathroom, Blaine shuts the door behind him, locking it and drops to the ground, abandoning his phone as he approaches Kurt. He pulls his fiancé into his arms, tucking Kurt&#8217;s face into his neck as he rubs soothing circles on his back.</p> <p>&#8220;Shh, baby. I&#8217;m here. I&#8217;ve got you.&#8221;</p> <p>Blaine isn&#8217;t sure he will ever forgive his brother for hurting Kurt like this.</p> <p>_________</p> <p>Everett is trying to stuff his clothes into his backpack but his eyes are stinging with unshed tears and every time he closes his eyes to blink them away, Blaine&#8217;s words shine back at him, glaringly bright, making his heart crumple in his chest.</p> <p><em>He&#8217;s the same selfish, arrogant asshole he&#8217;s always been. </em></p> <p><em>He&#8217;d end up leaving anyway. I&#8217;m just speeding up the process.</em></p> <p>It&#8217;s not the first time he&#8217;s been called selfish or arrogant and he&#8217;s heard &#8216;asshole&#8217; enough in his life that he almost answers to it. But it stings in a way that it never did coming from Blaine, the literal other half to his whole. He knew that Blaine hated the way that Ev couldn&#8217;t let go, that he wouldn&#8217;t move on and stop making him choose, that he wouldn&#8217;t stop <em>loving</em> him. Everett just hadn&#8217;t realized that in reality, Blaine hated <em>him. </em></p> <p>He stuffs the last of his clothes into his bag and they&#8217;ll be a wrinkled mess later when he pulls them out, but Everett figures that he probably won&#8217;t need them where he&#8217;s going. He pauses as he steps into the hallway, backpack slung over one shoulder and he wants to say something to Cameron, something to change the way he&#8217;s curled in on himself as he stands outside the bathroom, head bent and pressed against the wood door. But he doesn&#8217;t know what to say, what could possibly make this better. He&#8217;s pushed too hard and gone too far and he&#8217;s pretty sure that this time, hearts won&#8217;t heal.</p> <p>Shutting his mouth, Everett moves in the opposite direction, towards the front door. He pauses again, with his hand on the door, the other clenched in a fist, jaw set, waiting <em>waiting </em>for Blaine to change his mind, to take back what he said but it never comes. Twisting the handle roughly, Everett slips out the door, shutting it quietly behind him before slipping down the stairs and into the night, doing his best to fade into the shadows and disappear.</p>http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7839582497http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7839582497Wed, 20 Jul 2011 05:58:00 -0400Blaine AndersonKurt HummelEverett AndersonCameron Hummelscene: If You Don't Want Me Then I Guess I'll Have to Go (Not Loving You Is Harder Than You Know)<p><a href="http://thefabkhummel.tumblr.com/post/7059263121">thefabkhummel</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7038715662">blaineitonthecourage</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Everett groans as Cameron looks up at him, the very picture of innocence. They’ve fucked enough for him to know just how innocent Cam <em>isn’t, </em>but fuck if he doesn’t play the part well. Reaching down, Ev tangles his fingers in Cameron’s hair, deciding to play along.</p> <p>“You ever sucked a cock with that pretty little mouth of yours, Cameron?” Ev’s voice is ragged and raw and he knows that it’s only going to get worse before the night is over. Cameron is the only person on the planet capable of making him scream. “I’m gonna fuck it up so nice, make your lips so plump. You’ll never want another cock than mine when I’m through with him.”</p> <p>Gripping Cam by his hair, firm enough to guide but loose enough he can get away if he wants, Ev directs him towards his straining cock, hips bucking a little in anticipation. “Show me what you can do.”</p> <p>________</p> <p>Eyes closed, Blaine basks in the glow of having Kurt safe and sound in his arms again. The last couple weeks have been hard as hell on the both of them and Blaine wants to savor this moment.</p> <p>After a few minutes, he pulls back, reaching up to wipe Kurt’s tears away. “Come on. Let’s go to bed. I want to hold you properly.”</p> <p>Standing, Blaine gently tugs Kurt up until he’s standing, tucking him in against his side as close as is physically possible for them to still be able to walk and maneuvers him to their bedroom. He gets Kurt situated on the bed before climbing on after him, pressing in close as he can, tucking his face into Kurt’s neck, tangling their feet together.</p> <p>“This feels better.”</p> </blockquote> <p>“No, sir. Never sucked any cocks before.” Cameron sits up on his knees a little, bracing his hands against the door. Okay, maybe he’s getting a little <em>too</em> into this whole innocent act, but he can’t really help himself, and when Everett pulls on his hair, Cameron nearly drops the act right then and there. Somehow though, he manages to maintain his composure, keeping his eyes wide as Everett guides him.</p> <p>“Such a big cock you have. I don’t know how I’m <em>ever</em> going to do this.” Cameron licks his lips a little, turning his eyes down. Of course he <em>can</em> do this; he <em>has </em>done this, but once again, he’s pushing the boundaries with Everett, testing to see what the other man likes, or may not like.</p> <p>The younger man flicks his tongue across the head of Everett’s erection before taking it completely into his mouth. He’s going to take his time with this.</p> <p>—</p> <p>The cotton sheets of their bed are cool against Kurt’s skin, Blaine’s body a warm, but not unwelcome contrast. This is the most at ease Kurt has felt since he came home from the hospital, his fiancé’s breath tickling his neck, and the strong arms he’s come to know so well wrapped around his middle. Kurt rests his left hand next to his face, looking at the ring Blaine gave him. It was funny how such a small thing could carry such big implications. </p> <p>“I hate when we fight or are at ends with each other,” Kurt whispers after a few moments of silence, closing his eyes. “I know that it happens and that not everything can be perfect all the time, because that’s just not healthy, but that doesn’t mean I like it when it <em>does</em> happen.” He exhales through his nose. “No matter what though, I’ll always love you, B.”</p> </blockquote> <p>Cameron Hummel is a lot of things. Jaded, a fucking <em>tease</em>, pretty on his knees and so fucking good with his mouth. The first time they&#8217;d fooled around, Everett was sure he&#8217;d died and gone to blowjob heaven because never in his life had he ever felt a mouth so good. Somehow, every single time just keeps getting impossibly better.</p> <p>Everett bites his lip hard against a moan, his fingers tangling deep and tight in Cameron&#8217;s hair, hips rocking gently with the the movement of the other boy&#8217;s mouth. He wants to fuck his mouth, get it all nice and red and puffy, tight around his cock, but he&#8217;s trying - and quickly slipping - to stay &#8220;in character&#8221; and a cocksucking virgin like Cam can&#8217;t handle that. Not yet.</p> <p>Eyes half-lidded, Ev reaches down and strokes Cam&#8217;s jaw gently with his thumb and he can feel the way Cameron&#8217;s mouth moves around his cock, can feel the suction both through his cheek and on his dick inside his mouth. A hot flash of pleasure shudders through Everett and he almost loses it right then.</p> <p>&#8220;You sure you&#8217;ve never done this before? You&#8217;re pretty good.&#8221;</p> <p>__________</p> <p>&#8220;We&#8217;re gonna be okay, Kurt.&#8221; Blaine wiggles impossibly closer and he lets go of Kurt&#8217;s waist with one arm to reach up and lace his fingers with Kurt&#8217;s left, feeling the cool of his ring on Kurt&#8217;s finger. It still gives him shivers to think that Kurt&#8217;s his, forever and for always.</p> <p>Bringing their joined hands up and back, Blaine presses a kiss to Kurt&#8217;s ring, fingers squeezing. &#8220;I love you. We&#8217;re forever. No matter what gets in the way or what we have to overcome, we&#8217;ll reach the end together.&#8221;</p>http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7607668081http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7607668081Thu, 14 Jul 2011 03:55:45 -0400Blaine AndersonKurt HummelEverett AndersonCameron Hummelscene: this tastes like ashes on my tongue<p><a href="http://thefabkhummel.tumblr.com/post/7039498369">thefabkhummel</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7038801502">blaineitonthecourage</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p> <em>Kurt’s Song </em>is one that Blaine finds himself humming or singing almost absentmindedly, especially when he’s thinking about his fiancé. He just can’t help it.</p> <p>Stepping out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, towel wrapped around his waist, Blaine uses another to dry his hair, the terry cloth momentarily obstructing his view of their room.</p> <p>Dropping the towel in the hamper, Blaine starts to move towards their closet when he catches sight of Kurt’s face and he pauses, a frown sliding over his features. Forgoing clothes for the time being, he moves towards the bed and settles next to Kurt, reaching out to take his hand.</p> <p>“Kurt?” He gives Kurt’s hand a squeeze and gives him a half-smile, concern still in his eyes. “A penny for your thoughts?”</p> </blockquote> <p>Kurt hesitates a little as he opens his eyes, looking into Blaine’s concerned ones. He doesn’t want to tell his fiancé this, but he has to. He can’t and shouldn’t do this alone because he promised Blaine he would make more of an effort to try not to let this just his own burden. If Blaine didn’t want to help him, he wouldn’t have said so, right? Besides, even if Kurt tried to deny anything was wrong, he knew that Blaine would see right through it. Six years together gave them each the ability to read the other like a book, and at times it was like a blessing and a curse.</p> <p>“I’m just…a little scared to leave the apartment, that’s all,” He says, looking at their hands laced together, his pale skin a contrast against Blaine’s slightly more tanned complexion. The healing cut is an angry red mark on the side of his forearm, just above his wrist. “In the back of my mind, I know it’s an irrational thought, and that if anyone tried to get to me that you’d stop them, but still, that irrational part is outweighing the rational part that’s telling me that nothing will even try to touch us when we leave this apartment. I realize I have to get back to the real world eventually, that I can’t be scared my entire life,” Kurt pauses, taking a shaky breath. “But what if I am scared for the rest of my life, B? What if I can’t overcome this?”</p> </blockquote> <p>Blaine can&#8217;t help but gather Kurt up in his arms, even as his own heart is breaking for his fiancé. Blaine&#8217;s been here and he knows how it feels but it doesn&#8217;t mean that he ever, ever wanted Kurt to have to experience it, alone or otherwise. He wishes he could tell him that it will get better overnight or that he had the means to just wave a wand and make it better and it kills him to know that there is nothing he can do but promise to be there for Kurt.</p> <p>He presses his face against Kurt&#8217;s neck, holding on to him tightly, eyes shut tight. He can&#8217;t break down and cry now, not when Kurt needs him to be strong for him, for the both of them.</p> <p>&#8220;I know. I know it doesn&#8217;t feel like it&#8217;s ever going to get better and everything outside of this apartment is absolutely terrifying. But I swear, Kurt. It <em>will </em>get better and you won&#8217;t always be scared.&#8221;</p> <p>He pulls back to look at his boyfriend, his beautiful, precious, Kurt and he makes sure never to break eye contact. &#8220;No one expects you to get over this overnight, Kurt and we all know that it&#8217;s going to take time for you to recover. It&#8217;s not going to be like this forever and if it means staying in our apartment forever until you are completely comfortable leaving it, then so be it. I don&#8217;t care. As long as you&#8217;re safe and comfortable.&#8221;</p> <p>Blaine presses a kiss to Kurt&#8217;s lips, hands bracketing his face. &#8220;But I know you. You&#8217;re strong and brave and fucking amazing. You&#8217;re gonna beat this, gonna conquer it and when you come out on the other side, you&#8217;re going to be so much stronger and braver than I ever thought possible. You won&#8217;t be scared for the rest of your life because you&#8217;re Kurt Hummel and <em>I believe in you.</em>&#8221;</p>http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7330992041http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7330992041Thu, 07 Jul 2011 00:23:58 -0400Blaine AndersonKurt Hummelscene: A Weekend Getaway<p><a href="http://thefabkhummel.tumblr.com/post/6880376962">thefabkhummel</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/6787507030">blaineitonthecourage</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Kurt’s attack and the tension between the two of them had left Blaine more than a little scatterbrained, his focus and drive completely non-existent. Inability to stay focused wasn’t too terribly bad when he had to run errands for his boss, a list clenched between his white knuckles, completely wrinkled and sweat-smeared by the time he returned back to the office, but when it came to studio time, that was a whole other matter.</p> <p>Blaine wasn’t actually recording any of his own stuff - and maybe that just made his lack of focus and input even more alarming and worrisome - but he couldn’t even bring himself to give valuable concrit or focus long enough to help record some of the individual instrumental tracks. His boss finally pulled him aside and ordered him to go home, telling him that he wasn’t allowed to come back until <em>at least </em>things between him and Kurt were fixed, but to take as much time as he needed to be with Kurt. Blaine suspects that it’s about 40% concern for Blaine and Kurt and 60% concern that Blaine will blow their chances at signing some big name artists. He figures he should be lucky that Ron even cares at all.</p> <p>Being at home has made him absolutely stir-crazy, though. He’s done more than his fair share of pacing and aimless wandering through the loft (he’s pretty sure that he could <em>totally </em>win an Olympic medal, were it a sport.) When the tension got too thick and his dark thoughts threatened to consume, he forced himself to go outside and do the grocery shopping or spend a couple hours in Central Park.</p> <p>Now that he and Kurt are on good terms again, it hasn’t been so bad in the apartment because he gets to cuddle his fiancé as much as he wants and spend hours in bed wrapped around him. He’d even found some of his inspiration again, much to his relief.</p> <p>Which is why he’s spent the last however many <strike>hours</strike> days up to his nose in sheet music, constantly scribbling notations and chords here and erasing and re-writing who sections there. Blaine’s hardly left his office, save for necessary bathroom breaks and more often than not, he falls asleep over his guitar, only to wake up on the leather couch they’d placed in there for moments exactly like this, still half-asleep as he scrambles to get down the thread of song that’s looping through his head. He’s pretty sure that he hasn’t eaten, his stomach growling loudly to attest to that, and he’s not sure if he’s showered recently.</p> <p>Kurt’s voice startles him and he looks up, glasses perched on his nose, brows furrowed in slight confusion. “It’s time to go already?” He glances at his watch, eyes widening. “Oh, shit. Kurt, I’m so sorry. I just lost track of time.”</p> <p>Blaine stands and sets the guitar he was holding on its stand, taking a moment to stretch, arms high above his head, shirt riding up a little. He surveys the tornado-y hot mess that is creative process, mouth twitching a little at the corner. He’s made a lot of progress in a short amount of time, completely five songs and in the middle of three more. They don’t all have lyrics and he doesn’t think they’ll all fit for his personal album that he’s working on, but he’s looking forward to showing them to Ron.</p> <p>Turning off the lamp on his desk, Blaine steps away from it before he’s tempted to add just a little more to the song he’d been working on, shutting the door behind him with a ‘click’ as he crowds into Kurt’s personal space, face lifting up for a quick kiss.</p> <p>“I just need to shower real quick. Then we can go.” He wraps an arm around Kurt’s waist to pull him in to another, deeper kiss before letting him go and shuffling into their bedroom, pulling his clothes off as he heads for the bathroom. “Ten minutes!”</p> </blockquote> <p>Kurt laughs a little to himself as his fiancé all but shoots down the hallway, stripping his clothes off as he goes. It’s the first time in a long time that Kurt can remember laughing, but it’s good—it <em>feels</em> good, anyway. Setting the bag he had packed down in the hallway, Kurt almost immediately follows Blaine’s path, picking up the scattered clothes and putting them in the hamper by their closet.</p> <p>He then closes his eyes and lays back down on the bed, listening to Blaine sing in the shower, and instantly recognizes the lyrics. They’re from a song Blaine had written him when they were seventeen and celebrating their first official year as a couple together. Kurt remembers how he thought Blaine had forgotten, and was just about to text him to chew him out when there was a knock at his back door. His dad, Carole, and Finn were all out of the house, and he had gone downstairs to find Blaine in the still chilly March air, guitar in hand and a picnic basket at his feet. As soon as Kurt had opened the door, Blaine had started to sing, and any anger Kurt had at that point simply melted away.</p> <p><em>Say, wasn’t that a funny day?<br/>Gee, you had a funny way, a way about you.<br/>A kind of glow of something new.<br/>Sure, I’ll admit that I’m the same.<br/>Another sucker for a game kids like to play,<br/>And the rules they like to use.</em></p> <p>It had been years since Kurt had heard Blaine sing that particular song, but even so, the words and the implied melody behind them instantly put Kurt at ease. That seemed to be true about mostly everything Blaine did. Just having him in the apartment was a relief, even if he was putting in the long hours he was so famous for. Kurt knew that if he needed him, that Blaine was just a trip down the hallway away, and that was more than enough to help him relax more times than not.</p> <p>Sighing, Kurt props himself up on his elbows, wincing a little. The bruises were fading and the cuts were healing, but from time to time, he’d get little flashes of pain if he put too much pressure here, or put too much weight there. He rolls to his side, grazing his fingers along the jagged cut on his arm from when he had been shoved down. They had bandaged it up, but told him that it wasn’t deep enough to need stitches. Kurt knew once the wound had healed, there would be a scar; a constant reminder of what he had been through. Adrenaline instantly starts pumping through his veins, and he has to close his eyes again focusing instead on reassuring himself. <em>It won’t happen again. They aren’t here now. You’ll be safe. They’re not going to get you if you leave the apartment. If anyone tries to get to you, Blaine will be there to protect you.</em></p> <p>He’s <em>so</em> focused on his thoughts that he doesn’t even hear Blaine get out of the shower, much less notice the way his fiancé looks at him.</p> </blockquote> <p> <em>Kurt&#8217;s Song </em>is one that Blaine finds himself humming or singing almost absentmindedly, especially when he&#8217;s thinking about his fiancé. He just can&#8217;t help it.</p> <p>Stepping out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, towel wrapped around his waist, Blaine uses another to dry his hair, the terry cloth momentarily obstructing his view of their room.</p> <p>Dropping the towel in the hamper, Blaine starts to move towards their closet when he catches sight of Kurt&#8217;s face and he pauses, a frown sliding over his features. Forgoing clothes for the time being, he moves towards the bed and settles next to Kurt, reaching out to take his hand.</p> <p>&#8220;Kurt?&#8221; He gives Kurt&#8217;s hand a squeeze and gives him a half-smile, concern still in his eyes. &#8220;A penny for your thoughts?&#8221;</p>http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7038801502http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7038801502Wed, 29 Jun 2011 03:42:45 -0400Kurt HummelBlaine Andersonscene: A Weekend Getaway<p><a href="http://thefabkhummel.tumblr.com/post/6843938300">thefabkhummel</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/6787226757">blaineitonthecourage</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Everett hadn’t <em>meant</em> to let those words slip out, <em>especially</em> not in the heat of the moment, but he couldn’t take them back. Frankly, he didn’t want to. Even if the time was terrible or he’d never ever planned to say them - he’s Everett James Anderson, he doesn’t <em>do </em>love and attachment - he doesn’t mean them any less. Somehow, in that incredibly frustrated and unlikely way that he has, Cameron’s managed to work his way under Everett’s skin.</p> <p>When Blaine had mentioned that he thought Everett and Cameron would be good together, Ev had scoffed and rolled his eyes. It was common knowledge that the two hated each other. Anyone with eyes could see that. Even though they were so alike in so many ways, Everett and Cameron couldn’t seem to regard each other with anything more than disdain.</p> <p>Still, in another desperate attempt to make his brother happy, he’d let Kurt and Blaine set him up with Cameron. Where they couldn’t seem to stand being in the same room together without almost coming blows had translated into wonderful things in the bedroom. Both were more than practiced at working out their problems through sex and the fact that neither one backed down and constantly scrabbled for dominance meant that their sex life was neither dull or boring. Sex with Cameron was honestly the best that Everett had ever had.</p> <p>Somehow, angry, aggressive sex had turned into cohabitation and before Everett knew what was happening, he was falling hard and fast. Damn those Hummel boys.</p> <p>Everett feels a little exposed, leaning up against the door with his pants around his ankles, Cameron on his knees, their confessions hanging heavy between them. He figures it’s probably fitting, just like them to blurt out confessions of love while using sex as a distraction from everything. It might be typically them, but it doesn’t stop Everett from wanting to do a little bit normal and romantic.</p> <p>Before he can second-guess himself, he reaches down and pulls Cameron up on his feet, gently tugging him in for a searing kiss, more gentle and tender than any experienced between the two of them to date. He easily licks Cameron’s mouth open, but he holds back, keeping it sweet and soft instead of their usual rough and dirty. When the need for air becomes pertinent, Everett pulls back, pressing a tender peck to Cam’s full lips. “Well? It’s not going to suck itself.”</p> <p>____________</p> <p>Blaine finally, <em>finally </em>looks up at Kurt, lashes wet and heavy with tears against his cheeks. He wants to argue, wants to push Kurt until he gives him the guilt-trip he deserves, until Kurt looks at him with the same disgust and disappointment Blaine directs at himself, but he knows that won’t solve anything and most likely, Kurt will end up feeling even worse later on, blaming himself.</p> <p>Swallowing, Blaine tampers down the self-loathing and desire to have his worthlessness reaffirmed - surely, it can’t all be in his head. Kurt’s tears are proof that isn’t - and leans into Kurt’s touch, eyes slipping shut again. Kurt’s palm is warm against his face and it sends sparks through his whole body and suddenly, Blaine realizes how little he’s seen or touched his fiancé since the attack and it makes his heart clench.</p> <p>Rising up on his knees, Blaine presses into Kurt’s space, wrapping his arms tightly around him as he buries his face in Kurt’s neck. “I love you <em>so </em>much, Kurt. I’m going to be here for you every step of the way. I promise.”</p> </blockquote> <p>When Everett pulls him up, Cameron half expects the other man to push him away, tell him it’s crazy, <em>anything</em> but the kiss he gives him. It’s hot and sweet all at the same time, a combination Cameron never expected from Everett. The hot part was all but a given, but the sweet—that was something completely new. It’s certainly not unwelcome, however as Cameron lets his eyes fall shut, enjoying the kiss while it lasts.</p> <p><em>“Well, it isn’t going to suck itself</em>.” <em>There’s</em> the Everett Cameron has come to know, and, well, love.</p> <p>“I thought you’d never ask,” Cameron smirks, returning Everett’s quick kiss before sinking back down to his knees. He holds the elder man’s hips tightly and teases the inside of Everett’s thighs, nuzzling them with his nose and placing strategic bites just hard enough to mark. Everett <em>was </em>his, after all.</p> <p>When he finishes teasing, he looks up at Everett, making sure to keep his eyes wide as to appear as innocent as possible, knowing that it drove the other man simply crazy. “How bad do you want this, Ev? How bad do you want my hot little mouth around that beautiful dick of yours?”</p> <p>Okay, so maybe he wasn’t <em>quite</em> done teasing.</p> <p>—-</p> <p>“I know I couldn’t do this without you,” Kurt chokes out, grasping to Blaine, simply  desperate for his touch. “Ev and Cam do what they can, but they just…aren’t you.” He whispers, feeling the tears run hot and fast down his cheeks. This is all he’s wanted since last night, to be close to Blaine and have Blaine be close to him.</p> <p>After a few moments, Kurt relaxes a little, finally sure that Blaine won’t be going anywhere for the time being. His tears ebb to a stop and he takes a deep, albeit shaky, breath. “I love you too, more than anything, B. You’re the only one I want to fight these battles with. You’re the only one I <em>can </em>fight these battles with.” Kurt closes his eyes, threading his fingers through Blaine’s curls. “And I promise, I’ll work on asking for help, and you will be the one I turn to, whether you’re with me or not. I’ll always come to you first.”</p> </blockquote> <p> Everett groans as Cameron looks up at him, the very picture of innocence. They&#8217;ve fucked enough for him to know just how innocent Cam <em>isn&#8217;t, </em>but fuck if he doesn&#8217;t play the part well. Reaching down, Ev tangles his fingers in Cameron&#8217;s hair, deciding to play along.</p> <p>&#8220;You ever sucked a cock with that pretty little mouth of yours, Cameron?&#8221; Ev&#8217;s voice is ragged and raw and he knows that it&#8217;s only going to get worse before the night is over. Cameron is the only person on the planet capable of making him scream. &#8220;I&#8217;m gonna fuck it up so nice, make your lips so plump. You&#8217;ll never want another cock than mine when I&#8217;m through with him.&#8221;</p> <p>Gripping Cam by his hair, firm enough to guide but loose enough he can get away if he wants, Ev directs him towards his straining cock, hips bucking a little in anticipation. &#8220;Show me what you can do.&#8221;</p> <p>________</p> <p>Eyes closed, Blaine basks in the glow of having Kurt safe and sound in his arms again. The last couple weeks have been hard as hell on the both of them and Blaine wants to savor this moment.</p> <p>After a few minutes, he pulls back, reaching up to wipe Kurt&#8217;s tears away. &#8220;Come on. Let&#8217;s go to bed. I want to hold you properly.&#8221;</p> <p>Standing, Blaine gently tugs Kurt up until he&#8217;s standing, tucking him in against his side as close as is physically possible for them to still be able to walk and maneuvers him to their bedroom. He gets Kurt situated on the bed before climbing on after him, pressing in close as he can, tucking his face into Kurt&#8217;s neck, tangling their feet together.</p> <p>&#8220;This feels better.&#8221;</p>http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7038715662http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/7038715662Wed, 29 Jun 2011 03:37:14 -0400Blaine AndersonKurt HummelEverett AndersonCameron Hummelscene: this tastes like ashes on my tongue<iframe class="tumblr_audio_player tumblr_audio_player_6805668093" src="http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/6805668093/audio_player_iframe/blaineitonthecourage/tumblr_ln7rqlyOu91qjd6tx?audio_file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Fblaineitonthecourage%2F6805668093%2Ftumblr_ln7rqlyOu91qjd6tx" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" width="500" height="85"></iframe><br/><br/><p>Chester Cee - God Damn, You’re Beautiful</p>http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/6805668093http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/6805668093Wed, 22 Jun 2011 18:56:46 -0400Kurt HummelBlaine Anderson<p><a href="http://thefabkhummel.tumblr.com/post/6716526793">thefabkhummel</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Save for the doctor’s appointments and the disastrous attempt at going to his work, Kurt hadn’t left the apartment since coming home from the hospital. Even in broad daylight, he felt like he could be jumped just going to check the mailbox at the side of their building. More and more, however, he was feeling like he was cooped up, and that his agoraphobia that had developed as a result of his attack needed to be conquered. He knew he couldn’t do it alone, so, swallowing his fear, he had tweeted Blaine, asking his fiancé if they could perhaps get out of the apartment.</p> <p>After Blaine had suggested they stay at a hotel for the weekend, Kurt had readily agreed. He would find a place close by, and they could walk or ride the subway there together. In turn, Kurt could also gauge his readiness to be out in the world again, and even if he wasn’t ready, they’d be able to get to the hotel rather quickly.</p> <p>Cameron, of course, had caught him looking at hotels and had taken offense.<em> (“What the hell are you doing? Are you kicking Ev and me out? That’s not fair, Kurt, kicking your own brother and, and…his boyfriend…out</em>.”) Kurt had silently made a note of the fact that Cameron had referred to Everett as his boyfriend, before calmly explaining to his twin that Blaine and himself would be merely leaving for the weekend just to get out of the apartment, and to please not have sex on their bed (he knew Cameron had tuned him out after “leaving for the weekend,” but still, he had to try). Kurt found a place only a few stops on the subway away, and immediately booked a room for two nights. It was a little pricey, but he and Blaine deserved it, right?</p> <p>After packing a bag for the two of them with only a few essentials—just because they would be in a hotel didn’t mean Kurt wasn’t going to keep up with his skincare regimen, and just because they wouldn’t be leaving the room didn’t mean they shouldn’t have at least one change of clothes for when they left—Kurt made his way down the hall to the office where his fiancé was still hard at work, scribbling notes on various pieces of paper strewn around the desk.</p> <p>“Hey, B,” He says softly, leaning against the doorframe, a little smile on his face. “I’m ready to go whenever you are.”</p> </blockquote> <p>Kurt&#8217;s attack and the tension between the two of them had left Blaine more than a little scatterbrained, his focus and drive completely non-existent. Inability to stay focused wasn&#8217;t too terribly bad when he had to run errands for his boss, a list clenched between his white knuckles, completely wrinkled and sweat-smeared by the time he returned back to the office, but when it came to studio time, that was a whole other matter.</p> <p>Blaine wasn&#8217;t actually recording any of his own stuff - and maybe that just made his lack of focus and input even more alarming and worrisome - but he couldn&#8217;t even bring himself to give valuable concrit or focus long enough to help record some of the individual instrumental tracks. His boss finally pulled him aside and ordered him to go home, telling him that he wasn&#8217;t allowed to come back until <em>at least </em>things between him and Kurt were fixed, but to take as much time as he needed to be with Kurt. Blaine suspects that it&#8217;s about 40% concern for Blaine and Kurt and 60% concern that Blaine will blow their chances at signing some big name artists. He figures he should be lucky that Ron even cares at all.</p> <p>Being at home has made him absolutely stir-crazy, though. He&#8217;s done more than his fair share of pacing and aimless wandering through the loft (he&#8217;s pretty sure that he could <em>totally </em>win an Olympic medal, were it a sport.) When the tension got too thick and his dark thoughts threatened to consume, he forced himself to go outside and do the grocery shopping or spend a couple hours in Central Park.</p> <p>Now that he and Kurt are on good terms again, it hasn&#8217;t been so bad in the apartment because he gets to cuddle his fiancé as much as he wants and spend hours in bed wrapped around him. He&#8217;d even found some of his inspiration again, much to his relief.</p> <p>Which is why he&#8217;s spent the last however many <strike>hours</strike> days up to his nose in sheet music, constantly scribbling notations and chords here and erasing and re-writing who sections there. Blaine&#8217;s hardly left his office, save for necessary bathroom breaks and more often than not, he falls asleep over his guitar, only to wake up on the leather couch they&#8217;d placed in there for moments exactly like this, still half-asleep as he scrambles to get down the thread of song that&#8217;s looping through his head. He&#8217;s pretty sure that he hasn&#8217;t eaten, his stomach growling loudly to attest to that, and he&#8217;s not sure if he&#8217;s showered recently.</p> <p>Kurt&#8217;s voice startles him and he looks up, glasses perched on his nose, brows furrowed in slight confusion. &#8220;It&#8217;s time to go already?&#8221; He glances at his watch, eyes widening. &#8220;Oh, shit. Kurt, I&#8217;m so sorry. I just lost track of time.&#8221;</p> <p>Blaine stands and sets the guitar he was holding on its stand, taking a moment to stretch, arms high above his head, shirt riding up a little. He surveys the tornado-y hot mess that is creative process, mouth twitching a little at the corner. He&#8217;s made a lot of progress in a short amount of time, completely five songs and in the middle of three more. They don&#8217;t all have lyrics and he doesn&#8217;t think they&#8217;ll all fit for his personal album that he&#8217;s working on, but he&#8217;s looking forward to showing them to Ron.</p> <p>Turning off the lamp on his desk, Blaine steps away from it before he&#8217;s tempted to add just a little more to the song he&#8217;d been working on, shutting the door behind him with a &#8216;click&#8217; as he crowds into Kurt&#8217;s personal space, face lifting up for a quick kiss.</p> <p>&#8220;I just need to shower real quick. Then we can go.&#8221; He wraps an arm around Kurt&#8217;s waist to pull him in to another, deeper kiss before letting him go and shuffling into their bedroom, pulling his clothes off as he heads for the bathroom. &#8220;Ten minutes!&#8221;</p>http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/6787507030http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/6787507030Wed, 22 Jun 2011 07:24:16 -0400Blaine AndersonKurt Hummelscene: A Weekend Getaway<p><a href="http://thefabkhummel.tumblr.com/post/6718024554">thefabkhummel</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/6716619633">blaineitonthecourage</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Everett watches Cameron through half-lidded eyes, skin flushed and breathing erratic. The other boy may be younger than him, but Ev can’t tell in the sharpness of his features, the biting of his wit. Cameron is old for his age, street-wise and knowledgeable in the ways of the world. He’s so much like Everett and yet not and Ev’s pretty sure that it’s the hints of innocence and naivety that shine through that he’s fallen most in love with.</p> <p>Groaning, Everett lets his head fall back against the door with a ‘thunk’, his eyes slipping shut. “Fuck, <em>yes.</em>”</p> <p>He lets his hand tangle in Cameron’s hair, thumb sliding along the curve of his cheekbone as he opens his eyes again, looking down at the boy on his knees. “Love you.”</p> <p>Oh, <em>fuck.</em></p> <p><em>____________</em></p> <p>“You thought I was cheating again.” Blaine knows it’s his own fault - the age old “Once a cheater, always a cheater” rule of thumb - but it doesn’t hurt any less. “It’s okay. Ev thought the same thing and no one knows me better than you and Ev.” </p> <p>So he’s being petty and bitter and this isn’t about him, not really, but Blaine can’t help but wonder when he’s going to stop having to pay for his mistakes, years after they happen. <em>Probably when you stop acting like a douchebag, Anderson.</em> There’s no one that hates Blaine Anderson more than Blaine Anderson hates Blaine Anderson.</p> <p>“I am so, <em>so </em>sorry, Kurt. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was tired and upset and the guys were going out for a couple of drinks and it seemed like a good idea at the time. I didn’t go out with the intention of not coming home. I just wasn’t ready to come home right then.”</p> <p>Blaine sighs and runs a hand through his hair, his body aching and tired. “I’m glad J stuck around and brought me back to his place to crash on the couch. There’s no way I could have driven and who knows what I would have tried to do.”</p> <p>Blaine shrugs, still looking down at his lap. “I just want to help you, Kurt. I love you and you’re my everything. I hate to see you hurting and knowing there’s nothing I can do to help. Please don’t push me away.”</p> </blockquote> <p>Cameron freezes, gulping a little as those two words fall from Everett’s mouth. He has a few choices. He could pretend not to hear them—Ev said them quietly enough after all. He could get off his knees, put on his shirt, and run out of the apartment—which probably wasn’t an option, seeing as Everett was currently against the door, and likely wouldn’t move. Or…he could acknowledge those words, admit that he felt the same way too, and make everything so much more complicated in the way that only love was.</p> <p>So on his knees, both of them half-naked, and Everett Anderson’s dick in his hand, Cameron makes a decision and whispers the words that terrify him the most. “Love you too, Ev.”</p> <p>He’d be a liar if he had done anything else, and if there was one thing that Cameron Hummel hated being called, it was a liar.</p> <p>—</p> <p>Blaine’s words sting, as they should. Deep down, Kurt had known his fiancé wouldn’t do anything like that again, but in his anger and hurt during the previous night, his mind had wandered. Knowing that Everett had thought the same thing didn’t justify his thought process, it only made Kurt feel worse. With everything that had happened with Blaine and Everett’s parents, Kurt knew that he and the elder Anderson should be instilling faith in the man next to him instead of assuming the worst of him. “I’m sorry, B. I made a mistake in ever doubting you.”</p> <p>“I guess if anything, I should be thankful that you realized you couldn’t get home,” Kurt swallows hard, reopening his eyes and looking at the ceiling. “And that you had a place to go, with someone I’ve at least met before.”</p> <p>“You know I love you, and I can honestly say that I don’t ever mean to push you away,” Kurt now turns his head to look at the other man. “I just…you also know how Hummels can be. I pushed away the entire Glee club when my dad got sick. I pushed away the few friends I had when my mother died. It’s not personal, Blaine…it’s just how I’ve always been.” He reaches out with his free hand to cup Blaine’s cheek lightly. “Please forgive me.”</p> </blockquote> <p>Everett hadn&#8217;t <em>meant</em> to let those words slip out, <em>especially</em> not in the heat of the moment, but he couldn&#8217;t take them back. Frankly, he didn&#8217;t want to. Even if the time was terrible or he&#8217;d never ever planned to say them - he&#8217;s Everett James Anderson, he doesn&#8217;t <em>do </em>love and attachment - he doesn&#8217;t mean them any less. Somehow, in that incredibly frustrated and unlikely way that he has, Cameron&#8217;s managed to work his way under Everett&#8217;s skin.</p> <p>When Blaine had mentioned that he thought Everett and Cameron would be good together, Ev had scoffed and rolled his eyes. It was common knowledge that the two hated each other. Anyone with eyes could see that. Even though they were so alike in so many ways, Everett and Cameron couldn&#8217;t seem to regard each other with anything more than disdain.</p> <p>Still, in another desperate attempt to make his brother happy, he&#8217;d let Kurt and Blaine set him up with Cameron. Where they couldn&#8217;t seem to stand being in the same room together without almost coming blows had translated into wonderful things in the bedroom. Both were more than practiced at working out their problems through sex and the fact that neither one backed down and constantly scrabbled for dominance meant that their sex life was neither dull or boring. Sex with Cameron was honestly the best that Everett had ever had.</p> <p>Somehow, angry, aggressive sex had turned into cohabitation and before Everett knew what was happening, he was falling hard and fast. Damn those Hummel boys.</p> <p>Everett feels a little exposed, leaning up against the door with his pants around his ankles, Cameron on his knees, their confessions hanging heavy between them. He figures it&#8217;s probably fitting, just like them to blurt out confessions of love while using sex as a distraction from everything. It might be typically them, but it doesn&#8217;t stop Everett from wanting to do a little bit normal and romantic.</p> <p>Before he can second-guess himself, he reaches down and pulls Cameron up on his feet, gently tugging him in for a searing kiss, more gentle and tender than any experienced between the two of them to date. He easily licks Cameron&#8217;s mouth open, but he holds back, keeping it sweet and soft instead of their usual rough and dirty. When the need for air becomes pertinent, Everett pulls back, pressing a tender peck to Cam&#8217;s full lips. &#8220;Well? It&#8217;s not going to suck itself.&#8221;</p> <p>____________</p> <p>Blaine finally, <em>finally </em>looks up at Kurt, lashes wet and heavy with tears against his cheeks. He wants to argue, wants to push Kurt until he gives him the guilt-trip he deserves, until Kurt looks at him with the same disgust and disappointment Blaine directs at himself, but he knows that won&#8217;t solve anything and most likely, Kurt will end up feeling even worse later on, blaming himself.</p> <p>Swallowing, Blaine tampers down the self-loathing and desire to have his worthlessness reaffirmed - surely, it can&#8217;t all be in his head. Kurt&#8217;s tears are proof that isn&#8217;t - and leans into Kurt&#8217;s touch, eyes slipping shut again. Kurt&#8217;s palm is warm against his face and it sends sparks through his whole body and suddenly, Blaine realizes how little he&#8217;s seen or touched his fiancé since the attack and it makes his heart clench.</p> <p>Rising up on his knees, Blaine presses into Kurt&#8217;s space, wrapping his arms tightly around him as he buries his face in Kurt&#8217;s neck. &#8220;I love you <em>so </em>much, Kurt. I&#8217;m going to be here for you every step of the way. I promise.&#8221;</p>http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/6787226757http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/6787226757Wed, 22 Jun 2011 07:02:46 -0400Blaine AndersonKurt HummelEverett AndersonCameron Hummelscene: This Tastes Like Ashes on My Tongue<p><a href="http://thefabkhummel.tumblr.com/post/6649884455">thefabkhummel</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/6632676805">blaineitonthecourage</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Blaine doesn’t think he’s ever been more relieved to see Kurt’s eyes than that moment, save for when they were in the hospital, unsure if he’d wake up at all. He visibly sags with relief, but it doesn’t chase the terrified and guilty look from his eyes.</p> <p>_____</p> <p>Everett watches his twin deflate, but still hold himself tense with guilt and regret and it’s painful to see. Even though he wishes that Blaine would look at him the way that he looks at Kurt, he would still give anything to take away the things that make him look that way, the pain and the guilt and the regret and the hurt.</p> <p>He goes easily when Cameron tugs him away and he pushes all thoughts of Blaine and Kurt and anyone else out of his head as Cameron shoves him up against the door, fingers tangling in his hair automatically. He breaks his hold as Cameron pulls his shirt over his head, reaching for Cameron’s to do the same.</p> <p>He’s hard already and he pulls Cameron’s hips hard against his own, groaning at the contact. “Cam…”</p> <p>_____</p> <p>Blaine knew this conversation was coming and even though he’s already admitted it to Everett, it doesn’t make it any easier to come out and say it to Kurt. Swallowing, Blaine looks down at his lap, the feelings of guilt and regret rushing back tenfold as he sits there, Kurt’s hand in his own.</p> <p>“You didn’t want me here.” His voice is gravelly from crying himself to sleep and he clears his throat. “You said that you didn’t want to <em>bother </em>me with your problems.”</p> <p>Blaine stops because it sounds like he’s blaming Kurt and he’s not. His actions and his decisions were his own and sure, the feeling of not being needed may have influenced his own self-deprecation, but they certainly weren’t to <em>blame. </em>Those feelings were already there and this was more like the straw that broke the camel’s back.</p> <p>“If anyone knows what you’re going through, it’s me. And I <em>want </em>to be here to help you every single step of the way. But I can’t do that if you push me away. If. If you don’t want me here.” Blaine swallows again, letting his eyes fall shut.</p> <p>“I shouldn’t have gone out last night and if I could do it all over again I would have come home. But it just hurt so bad knowing that you didn’t want my help, even though I would do anything for you.”</p> </blockquote> <p>Cameron wants to break down the way Everett says his name. It’s the perfect mixture of desperation and want, just what Cameron needs to hear. He manages to hold it together, but only just as Everett takes off his shirt. “I want to blow you,” His voice comes out as a low growl; Cameron’s not making a request, it’s more of a warning, rather. Either way, he hopes Everett doesn’t have any reservations because Cameron needs this, needs a distraction. Everett is more than a distraction or a quick fuck, however. Cameron knows deep down that he’s falling in love with the man he’s got pressed up against the door, and that terrifies him almost as much as seeing Kurt hurt.</p> <p>Gritting his teeth, Cameron starts in on Everett’s zipper and button, undoing each with relative ease. As he sinks to his knees, he tugs on the denim, thanking whatever higher power out there that Everett rarely wears underwear as the older man’s erection springs free. Cameron can’t help but moan a little as he admires Everett for what isn’t the first time, and hopefully won’t be the last. </p> <p>—-</p> <p>“If I didn’t want you here, I wouldn’t have been so upset when you didn’t come home.” Kurt whispers, keeping his eyes trained on their linked hands. He wasn’t denying that he had played a part in Blaine’s not coming home, and that just made everything hurt more. “If you think that Cameron and Everett were the people I wanted there when I had a panic attack or in <em>our </em>bed, promising me that everything was okay and holding me while I cried, then I guess you don’t know me as well as I thought you did.”</p> <p>“I barely asked for Everett and Cameron’s help when I had that attack. The only reason I did was because they were standing right there, and it was a little obvious that I was having a breakdown in broad daylight.” Kurt pauses, closing his eyes and settling a little more against the pillow behind his head. “I don’t like asking for help, and I’m truly, very sorry you thought I was shutting you out because that was the furthest thing from my intention.”</p> <p>“But…I <em>never</em> thought it’d make you not want to come home,” Kurt attempts to swallow the lump that’s building in his throat—unsuccessfully. “I was so scared. Some of the worst case scenarios played out in my head. Everything from you getting hurt again to you…” <em>Cheating…again.</em> Kurt can’t even say the words before the dam breaks, tears streaming down his face. He knows if he’s not careful, the anxiety is going to take over and he’s going to have another attack. He has to get this out though, even if it sends him over the edge.</p> <p>“P-Please believe me when I say that I need you, Blaine. I need you always. I may not always know how to ask for your help, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want it—don’t want you.”</p> </blockquote> <p>Everett watches Cameron through half-lidded eyes, skin flushed and breathing erratic. The other boy may be younger than him, but Ev can’t tell in the sharpness of his features, the biting of his wit. Cameron is old for his age, street-wise and knowledgeable in the ways of the world. He’s so much like Everett and yet not and Ev’s pretty sure that it’s the hints of innocence and naivety that shine through that he’s fallen most in love with.</p> <p>Groaning, Everett lets his head fall back against the door with a ‘thunk’, his eyes slipping shut. “Fuck, <em>yes.</em>”</p> <p>He lets his hand tangle in Cameron’s hair, thumb sliding along the curve of his cheekbone as he opens his eyes again, looking down at the boy on his knees. “Love you.”</p> <p>Oh, <em>fuck.</em></p> <p><em>____________</em></p> <p>“You thought I was cheating again.” Blaine knows it’s his own fault - the age old “Once a cheater, always a cheater” rule of thumb - but it doesn’t hurt any less. “It’s okay. Ev thought the same thing and no one knows me better than you and Ev.” </p> <p>So he’s being petty and bitter and this isn’t about him, not really, but Blaine can’t help but wonder when he’s going to stop having to pay for his mistakes, years after they happen. <em>Probably when you stop acting like a douchebag, Anderson.</em> There’s no one that hates Blaine Anderson more than Blaine Anderson hates Blaine Anderson.</p> <p>“I am so, <em>so </em>sorry, Kurt. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was tired and upset and the guys were going out for a couple of drinks and it seemed like a good idea at the time. I didn’t go out with the intention of not coming home. I just wasn’t ready to come home right then.”</p> <p>Blaine sighs and runs a hand through his hair, his body aching and tired. “I’m glad J stuck around and brought me back to his place to crash on the couch. There’s no way I could have driven and who knows what I would have tried to do.”</p> <p>Blaine shrugs, still looking down at his lap. “I just want to help you, Kurt. I love you and you’re my everything. I hate to see you hurting and knowing there’s nothing I can do to help. Please don’t push me away.”</p>http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/6716619633http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/6716619633Mon, 20 Jun 2011 03:09:44 -0400Blaine AndersonKurt HummelEverett AndersonCameron Hummelscene: This Tastes Like Ashes on My Tongue<p><a href="http://thefabkhummel.tumblr.com/post/6536905581">thefabkhummel</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/6494288847">blaineitonthecourage</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://thefabkhummel.tumblr.com/post/6460379469">thefabkhummel</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/6435096781">blaineitonthecourage</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Everett can feel Cameron resisting and there’s a fleeting flash of hurt at that. It’s gone just as quick and he’s persists in his endeavors to get Cam to open up to him. He knows that the littlest Hummel is pissed at Blaine, that’s he’s fiercely protective of Kurt and he really can’t blame him. But Everett just wants to forget about their twins for a while, to get lost in Ev&amp;Cam instead.</p> <p>He groans softly when Cameron’s fingers curl into his hair. He doesn’t know what it is, but his hair has always been a sure-fire turn on for him. He loves having his hair played with when he’s relaxed and nothing gets him harder than when someone tugs on his hair during sex. He nips at Cam’s bottom lip to show his appreciation before licking right back into his mouth, making the kiss wet and dirty.</p> <p>Everett is just reaching for the hem of Cameron’s shirt when he hears the cries and he freezes above him. He wants to ignore it and pretend like he can’t hear, but he knows that Cameron is so tuned into his twin that this is already over.</p> <p>Repressing a sigh - he doesn’t want Cameron to think that he thinks sex is more important than family - he rolls off of Cam and off the bed into a standing position. “Do you want me to come with or -?”</p> </blockquote> <p>Cameron shoots Everett a look of sympathy as he rolls off the top of him. “I’m sorry, Ev.” Cameron wants this just as bad, if not worse than Everett does right now; wants to forget the world and how it seems to be falling apart around them, but he can’t just ignore Kurt. He can’t ignore the one person that’s been there for him through it all, when <em>his </em>world fell apart. “Yeah, of course I’ll go with you.”</p> <p>Cameron stands up, walking quickly into the living room, his heart breaking for Kurt with every step. He can hear Everett behind him, but it only barely registers as Kurt’s cries become louder, more defined as they enter the living room. Cameron kneels down beside the couch, resting his hand on his twin’s shoulder. “Kurt, hey, can you hear me?”</p> <p>Tears continues to stream down Kurt’s cheeks as he shifts a little under Cam’s touch, but the older Hummel doesn’t wake, still trapped in whatever nightmare he’s having. Cameron tries again. “Kurt, come on, wake up. It’s me, Cam Cam,” He uses the nickname Kurt had given him when they were still little, when everything was (mostly) sunshine and rainbows, instead of hate crimes and the nightmares that followed. “Please, Kurt, wake up.”</p> <p>“<em>Blaine</em>.” Cameron can’t help but recoil a little bit from the name that falls from his brother’s lips amidst the soft sobs and whimpers. He wants to say ‘I’m here, it’s me,’ but he knows he wouldn’t be fooling anyone. But for just one time in the last six years, Cameron wants to be the one Kurt turns to for comfort. “<em>Blaine, please don’t leave me</em>.”</p> <p>“Shit,” Cameron mumbles under his breath. “<em>Kurt, wake </em>up,” He says, this time a little more firmly, shaking the older man’s shoulder. When Kurt <em>still </em>doesn’t wake, Cameron hangs his head a little before standing up. He knows, once again, that he has to come second best to Blaine. Strolling quickly past Everett, Cameron goes into the bedroom Blaine and Kurt share. He knows the younger Anderson is probably still asleep, that he should probably ask Everett before he wakes his brother, but as always, Kurt comes first, and since Kurt can’t ask Blaine for help himself, Cameron’s going to do it for him.</p> <p>There are so many ways Cameron wants to wake Blaine up. Maybe a slap to the face, or a glass full of ice water thrown at him, if nothing else, for a little satisfaction on his part for making his brother hurt. Cameron decides that wouldn’t do anyone (even him—he gets the feeling Everett wouldn’t appreciate him inflicting pain on his brother, and Cameron would prefer not to feel Everett’s wrath if he could help it) any good, and simply nudges Blaine’s shoulder with his hand until the other man wakes up.</p> <p>“Blaine. It’s Kurt. He needs you.”</p> </blockquote> <p>Everett pads out of the bedroom after Cam, wincing at the sound of Kurt’s cries. It’s hard enough having to listen to Kurt when he’s having a nightmare of the attack, knowing that you can’t just wake him from it because he’s so deep in the horrors of his own mind. Everett would still take nightmares every night it it meant never having to hear his brother’s fiance cry again.</p> <p>It isn’t even because he was jealous of Kurt and hated him a little for making him feel sorry him. It’s not that at all. Kurt is a genuinely amazing guy and Everett’s pretty sure that, had the circumstances been different, he probably would have fallen just as hard and fast as his twin did. Kurt is devastatingly beautiful when he cries and he carries his heart and his emotions on his face. Everett can’t bear to see the reflection of his own heartbreak looking back at him.</p> <p>Hearing Blaine’s name slip from Kurt’s lips makes Everett’s heart clench painfully, but he pushes it aside to settle on the floor beside the couch, reaching out for Kurt’s hand to rub it soothingly. He supposes he should be concerned that Cameron might inflict as much possible pain as he can in order to wake up Blaine, but he can’t bring himself to leave Kurt alone, even if he’s not aware that Everett’s even there.</p> <p>Blaine’s dreaming about him and Kurt and the sun is warm on his face as he tilts his head up a little to watch Kurt throw his head back and laugh. There’s no pain and tears and suffering and it’s perfect because it’s <em>them </em>and Blaine sighs contentedly because this is what their lives had been missing, how they should be.</p> <p>He gasps in shock as he jerks awake against Cameron’s hand, the sun and happiness fading away to cold and bitter and loneliness and the fact that it was all a dream and the reality is that Kurt’s still hurt and they’re still out of sorts makes the breath punch out of his lunch and he can feel the sting of tears. </p> <p>”..Kurt. He needs you.”</p> <p>The words penetrate the fog of pain and <em>wrongwrongwrong </em>in Blaine’s head and his eyes snap up towards Cameron’s face, his own face paling so fast that his hazel eyes look too large and too round, the flecks of gold and green making him look sickly.</p> <p>He’s scrambling out of the bed before he even knows what he’s doing, where he’s going, his only thought <em>KurtKurtKurt.</em> He trips over his carelessly tossed aside shirt, somehow getting tangled in it and almost knocking himself out against the door frame, his hands just barely coming up in time to catch himself.</p> <p>Everett looks up at the noise and almost throws up at the look on his brother’s face. It’s that same detached-yet-terrified look he’d seen on Blaine’s face when they first got to the hospital and he only narrows getting out of the way before his twin is half-running, half-stumbling to Kurt’s side, taking up his place by his fiance.</p> <p>Blaine looks down at Kurt, heartbreaking as he watches him and he flashes back to the things Everett spit in his face earlier. <em>God, I don’t deserve him. Any of them. </em>Swallowing thickly, Blaine reaches up and brushes Kurt’s hair away from his face.</p> <p>“Kurt, baby. C’mon. I need you to wake up. It’s just a dream, baby. I’m right here and so is Cam and Everett and they want to see those beautiful baby blues of yours.”</p> <p>He’s rubbing his thumb against the back of Kurt’s hand, feeling so utterly helpless and he briefly wonders if this is how Cam and Ev had felt the night before. He doesn’t know what else to say, how to fix this, so he just opens his mouth and blurts out the first thing that comes to mind, watery and broken.</p> <p><em>“You think I’m pretty without any make up on…”</em></p> </blockquote> <p>He’s trapped. He’s trapped on that sidewalk. He’s trapped and no one is around to hear his cries. As if from nowhere, however, Kurt can hear footsteps, the familiar click of soles against concrete. He almost can’t bring himself to open his eyes and look up, but when he does, there’s Blaine, looking down at him, hazel eyes shining with concern. Kurt wants to reach out to touch him, to make sure he’s real, but as soon as Blaine appears, that’s how fast he’s gone, turning around and walking in the opposite direction of Kurt.</p> <p><em>“Blaine,</em>” Kurt calls out, desperate and hoarse. “<em>Don’t leave me, please.”</em></p> <p>All of a sudden, everything is white. There’s no sidewalk, no dim city lights, Kurt’s not even sure <em>he </em>exists. The entire world is just…white. The only thing he can hear is a voice. It’s far off and broken, but he recognizes it all the same. <em>You think I’m pretty without any makeup on.</em></p> <p>Blaine.</p> <p>This time when Kurt opens his eyes, he knows he’s no longer dreaming. He’s in the living room of the apartment, and three other sets of eyes, two hazel and one glasz, are trained on his. The looks of varying degrees of sympathy make him want to hide. He doesn’t want sympathy, he just wants to feel normal again.</p> <p>—</p> <p>Once Kurt is awake, Cameron tugs on Everett’s hand, leading him back to the bedroom. He’s regressing into his familiar pattern once more, but what else can he do? If he can’t be good enough for Kurt, he’s sure as hell going to try to be good enough for Everett. Shutting the door behind them, Cameron pushes Everett roughly against it, instantly mashing their lips together as he tugs on the hem of the other man’s shirt. </p> <p>—</p> <p>Kurt watches as his younger brother drags Everett off to the bedroom, leaving him alone with Blaine. He isn’t sure what to say, still upset that Blaine never came home the previous night, and it’s taking all of his being not to lash out at his fiancé. Over the years, Kurt had learned to control his often rash thoughts, because it was exceptionally rare that something good would come out of the outbursts, but despite not lashing out at Blaine, Kurt was sure his fiancé could still see the anger emitting from his eyes and body language. </p> <p>The kicker for Kurt is, he doesn’t feel like he <em>wants </em>to be mad at Blaine. The second his eyes had met the other man’s that had a look laced with a mix of sadness and what almost appeared to be distress, Kurt’s guard had instantly fallen down, if only slightly. </p> <p>The one thing they have right now is the way they could talk about anything and everything. So Kurt asks the one question that’s been gnawing at his mind ever since last night when he realized Blaine wouldn’t be there to hold him through the nightmares, when he realized Cameron and Everett were going to be his sources of comfort, when he realized he probably wouldn’t be sleeping until Blaine was there or exhaustion won out, whichever came first.</p> <p>“Why didn’t you come home last night?”</p> </blockquote> <p>Blaine doesn&#8217;t think he&#8217;s ever been more relieved to see Kurt&#8217;s eyes than that moment, save for when they were in the hospital, unsure if he&#8217;d wake up at all. He visibly sags with relief, but it doesn&#8217;t chase the terrified and guilty look from his eyes.</p> <p>_____</p> <p>Everett watches his twin deflate, but still hold himself tense with guilt and regret and it&#8217;s painful to see. Even though he wishes that Blaine would look at him the way that he looks at Kurt, he would still give anything to take away the things that make him look that way, the pain and the guilt and the regret and the hurt.</p> <p>He goes easily when Cameron tugs him away and he pushes all thoughts of Blaine and Kurt and anyone else out of his head as Cameron shoves him up against the door, fingers tangling in his hair automatically. He breaks his hold as Cameron pulls his shirt over his head, reaching for Cameron&#8217;s to do the same.</p> <p>He&#8217;s hard already and he pulls Cameron&#8217;s hips hard against his own, groaning at the contact. &#8220;Cam&#8230;&#8221;</p> <p>_____</p> <p>Blaine knew this conversation was coming and even though he&#8217;s already admitted it to Everett, it doesn&#8217;t make it any easier to come out and say it to Kurt. Swallowing, Blaine looks down at his lap, the feelings of guilt and regret rushing back tenfold as he sits there, Kurt&#8217;s hand in his own.</p> <p>&#8220;You didn&#8217;t want me here.&#8221; His voice is gravelly from crying himself to sleep and he clears his throat. &#8220;You said that you didn&#8217;t want to <em>bother </em>me with your problems.&#8221;</p> <p>Blaine stops because it sounds like he&#8217;s blaming Kurt and he&#8217;s not. His actions and his decisions were his own and sure, the feeling of not being needed may have influenced his own self-deprecation, but they certainly weren&#8217;t to <em>blame. </em>Those feelings were already there and this was more like the straw that broke the camel&#8217;s back.</p> <p>&#8220;If anyone knows what you&#8217;re going through, it&#8217;s me. And I <em>want </em>to be here to help you every single step of the way. But I can&#8217;t do that if you push me away. If. If you don&#8217;t want me here.&#8221; Blaine swallows again, letting his eyes fall shut.</p> <p>&#8220;I shouldn&#8217;t have gone out last night and if I could do it all over again I would have come home. But it just hurt so bad knowing that you didn&#8217;t want my help, even though I would do anything for you.&#8221;</p>http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/6632676805http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/6632676805Fri, 17 Jun 2011 17:19:13 -0400Blaine AndersonKurt HummelEverett AndersonCameron Hummelscene: This Tastes Like Ashes on My Tongue<p><a href="http://thefabkhummel.tumblr.com/post/6460379469">thefabkhummel</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/6435096781">blaineitonthecourage</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Everett can feel Cameron resisting and there’s a fleeting flash of hurt at that. It’s gone just as quick and he’s persists in his endeavors to get Cam to open up to him. He knows that the littlest Hummel is pissed at Blaine, that’s he’s fiercely protective of Kurt and he really can’t blame him. But Everett just wants to forget about their twins for a while, to get lost in Ev&amp;Cam instead.</p> <p>He groans softly when Cameron’s fingers curl into his hair. He doesn’t know what it is, but his hair has always been a sure-fire turn on for him. He loves having his hair played with when he’s relaxed and nothing gets him harder than when someone tugs on his hair during sex. He nips at Cam’s bottom lip to show his appreciation before licking right back into his mouth, making the kiss wet and dirty.</p> <p>Everett is just reaching for the hem of Cameron’s shirt when he hears the cries and he freezes above him. He wants to ignore it and pretend like he can’t hear, but he knows that Cameron is so tuned into his twin that this is already over.</p> <p>Repressing a sigh - he doesn’t want Cameron to think that he thinks sex is more important than family - he rolls off of Cam and off the bed into a standing position. “Do you want me to come with or -?”</p> </blockquote> <p>Cameron shoots Everett a look of sympathy as he rolls off the top of him. “I’m sorry, Ev.” Cameron wants this just as bad, if not worse than Everett does right now; wants to forget the world and how it seems to be falling apart around them, but he can’t just ignore Kurt. He can’t ignore the one person that’s been there for him through it all, when <em>his </em>world fell apart. “Yeah, of course I’ll go with you.”</p> <p>Cameron stands up, walking quickly into the living room, his heart breaking for Kurt with every step. He can hear Everett behind him, but it only barely registers as Kurt’s cries become louder, more defined as they enter the living room. Cameron kneels down beside the couch, resting his hand on his twin’s shoulder. “Kurt, hey, can you hear me?”</p> <p>Tears continues to stream down Kurt’s cheeks as he shifts a little under Cam’s touch, but the older Hummel doesn’t wake, still trapped in whatever nightmare he’s having. Cameron tries again. “Kurt, come on, wake up. It’s me, Cam Cam,” He uses the nickname Kurt had given him when they were still little, when everything was (mostly) sunshine and rainbows, instead of hate crimes and the nightmares that followed. “Please, Kurt, wake up.”</p> <p>“<em>Blaine</em>.” Cameron can’t help but recoil a little bit from the name that falls from his brother’s lips amidst the soft sobs and whimpers. He wants to say ‘I’m here, it’s me,’ but he knows he wouldn’t be fooling anyone. But for just one time in the last six years, Cameron wants to be the one Kurt turns to for comfort. “<em>Blaine, please don’t leave me</em>.”</p> <p>“Shit,” Cameron mumbles under his breath. “<em>Kurt, wake </em>up,” He says, this time a little more firmly, shaking the older man’s shoulder. When Kurt <em>still </em>doesn’t wake, Cameron hangs his head a little before standing up. He knows, once again, that he has to come second best to Blaine. Strolling quickly past Everett, Cameron goes into the bedroom Blaine and Kurt share. He knows the younger Anderson is probably still asleep, that he should probably ask Everett before he wakes his brother, but as always, Kurt comes first, and since Kurt can’t ask Blaine for help himself, Cameron’s going to do it for him.</p> <p>There are so many ways Cameron wants to wake Blaine up. Maybe a slap to the face, or a glass full of ice water thrown at him, if nothing else, for a little satisfaction on his part for making his brother hurt. Cameron decides that wouldn’t do anyone (even him—he gets the feeling Everett wouldn’t appreciate him inflicting pain on his brother, and Cameron would prefer not to feel Everett’s wrath if he could help it) any good, and simply nudges Blaine’s shoulder with his hand until the other man wakes up.</p> <p>“Blaine. It’s Kurt. He needs you.”</p> </blockquote> <p>Everett pads out of the bedroom after Cam, wincing at the sound of Kurt&#8217;s cries. It&#8217;s hard enough having to listen to Kurt when he&#8217;s having a nightmare of the attack, knowing that you can&#8217;t just wake him from it because he&#8217;s so deep in the horrors of his own mind. Everett would still take nightmares every night it it meant never having to hear his brother&#8217;s fiance cry again.</p> <p>It isn&#8217;t even because he was jealous of Kurt and hated him a little for making him feel sorry him. It&#8217;s not that at all. Kurt is a genuinely amazing guy and Everett&#8217;s pretty sure that, had the circumstances been different, he probably would have fallen just as hard and fast as his twin did. Kurt is devastatingly beautiful when he cries and he carries his heart and his emotions on his face. Everett can&#8217;t bear to see the reflection of his own heartbreak looking back at him.</p> <p>Hearing Blaine&#8217;s name slip from Kurt&#8217;s lips makes Everett&#8217;s heart clench painfully, but he pushes it aside to settle on the floor beside the couch, reaching out for Kurt&#8217;s hand to rub it soothingly. He supposes he should be concerned that Cameron might inflict as much possible pain as he can in order to wake up Blaine, but he can&#8217;t bring himself to leave Kurt alone, even if he&#8217;s not aware that Everett&#8217;s even there.</p> <p>Blaine&#8217;s dreaming about him and Kurt and the sun is warm on his face as he tilts his head up a little to watch Kurt throw his head back and laugh. There&#8217;s no pain and tears and suffering and it&#8217;s perfect because it&#8217;s <em>them </em>and Blaine sighs contentedly because this is what their lives had been missing, how they should be.</p> <p>He gasps in shock as he jerks awake against Cameron&#8217;s hand, the sun and happiness fading away to cold and bitter and loneliness and the fact that it was all a dream and the reality is that Kurt&#8217;s still hurt and they&#8217;re still out of sorts makes the breath punch out of his lunch and he can feel the sting of tears. </p> <p>&#8221;..Kurt. He needs you.&#8221;</p> <p>The words penetrate the fog of pain and <em>wrongwrongwrong </em>in Blaine&#8217;s head and his eyes snap up towards Cameron&#8217;s face, his own face paling so fast that his hazel eyes look too large and too round, the flecks of gold and green making him look sickly.</p> <p>He&#8217;s scrambling out of the bed before he even knows what he&#8217;s doing, where he&#8217;s going, his only thought <em>KurtKurtKurt.</em> He trips over his carelessly tossed aside shirt, somehow getting tangled in it and almost knocking himself out against the door frame, his hands just barely coming up in time to catch himself.</p> <p>Everett looks up at the noise and almost throws up at the look on his brother&#8217;s face. It&#8217;s that same detached-yet-terrified look he&#8217;d seen on Blaine&#8217;s face when they first got to the hospital and he only narrows getting out of the way before his twin is half-running, half-stumbling to Kurt&#8217;s side, taking up his place by his fiance.</p> <p>Blaine looks down at Kurt, heartbreaking as he watches him and he flashes back to the things Everett spit in his face earlier. <em>God, I don&#8217;t deserve him. Any of them. </em>Swallowing thickly, Blaine reaches up and brushes Kurt&#8217;s hair away from his face.</p> <p>&#8220;Kurt, baby. C&#8217;mon. I need you to wake up. It&#8217;s just a dream, baby. I&#8217;m right here and so is Cam and Everett and they want to see those beautiful baby blues of yours.&#8221;</p> <p>He&#8217;s rubbing his thumb against the back of Kurt&#8217;s hand, feeling so utterly helpless and he briefly wonders if this is how Cam and Ev had felt the night before. He doesn&#8217;t know what else to say, how to fix this, so he just opens his mouth and blurts out the first thing that comes to mind, watery and broken.</p> <p><em>&#8220;You think I&#8217;m pretty without any make up on&#8230;&#8221;</em></p>http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/6494288847http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/6494288847Mon, 13 Jun 2011 14:41:19 -0400Kurt HummelBlaine AndersonCameron HummelEverett Andersonscene: This Tastes Like Ashes on My Tongue<p><a href="http://thefabkhummel.tumblr.com/post/6395529044">thefabkhummel</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/6380561432">blaineitonthecourage</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>The sound of the key in the lock wakes Everett. He’s never been a heavy sleeper, always too on edge, too alert, like he’s just waiting for someone to try and attack him in his sleep. (Granted, there was that crazy girlfriend he’d had that had been standing over him when he woke up. Never. Again.) He jerks awake, eyes snapping open and he’s half sitting up before he belated realizes that Blaine’s still wrapped around him like a spider-monkey and everything in him locks up as he tries to halt the movement mid-motion.</p> <p>He carefully lays himself back down, Blaine stirring beside him, but not waking and Everett can tell by the strained twinges in his back that he’s going to be sore tomorrow from aborting that movement. Still, Blaine needs his sleep and if the only other option was waking his twin, well. Everett could handle a little pain.</p> <p>He hears Cameron shuffle past the room to get more blankets and he expects him to come in and see if Ev’s awake, maybe sit on the edge of the bed so they can talk about how stupid their twins are. When Cam does neither, Everett frowns, tilting his head to try and hear if he and Kurt are talking out in the living room. He only hears silence.</p> <p>Reaching over Blaine, Everett grabs the big body pillow that decorates their bed, slowly and manipulatively extricating himself from Blaine’s grasp, swapping him for the too-squishy, too-cold substitute. When Everett is completely free and he slips near-silent from the bed, Blaine stirs again and Ev freezes, holding his breath. Blaine whines softly and then buries his face in the pillow, a smile immediately stretching across his face. The <em>‘Kurt’</em> that falls from his mouth is practically purred and Ev finds himself swallowing around a lump again.</p> <p>Satisfied that Blaine is fine - for now, at least - he leaves and pads just down the hall to his and Cam’s room. Pausing in the doorway, he takes a moment to appreciate the younger twin before him. For all that the Hummel twins look alike, they are still so completely different. Ev thinks that even a complete stranger would be able to figure out which is which after a mere five minutes of interaction. He thinks that their biggest differences lie in the way they carry themselves, not to mention complete opposite personalities.</p> <p>Stepping into the room, he shuts the door softly behind him and practically slinks to the bed, crawling up Cameron’s body until they’re eye level, Cam’s hips bracketed by Everett’s knees, shoulder’s caged in by Everett’s upper body. Ev doesn’t say anything, just leans down and seals his mouth over Cameron’s, licking at the seam of his lips, too soft to be demanding but too hard to be considered chaste.</p> </blockquote> <p>Cameron can hear the rustling in the next room over, and figures that Everett will be over soon, probably having caught him peeking in the doorway. He can hear Blaine’s soft whimpers, and for half a second, doesn’t consider kicking his ass. But almost instantaneously, Cameron can’t help but go back to thinking that he’ll be damned if the Anderson twin won’t at least <em>hear </em>something about this. </p> <p>Just as he predicted, Everett walks into the room. Cameron doesn’t stir though, doesn’t make a move towards him. Cameron’s brooding, and he knows it, but he can’t be bothered to care. At the very least, he figures Everett can understand where he’s coming from. Everett was the one that was up all night with Kurt and Cameron, not Blaine. Everett was the one who held Kurt with Cameron, promising everything would be okay, not Blaine. Everett was there through everything. Not. Blaine.</p> <p>When Everett kisses him, Cameron almost pushes him off to tell him he’s not really in the mood right now, that he’s still pissed at Everett’s brother, but stops himself. Everett is not Blaine, and the elder Anderson twin couldn’t control his younger brother any more than Cameron could control the wind. So instead of pushing him off, Cameron deepens the kiss, tangling his fingers in Everett’s hair. If nothing else, this could serve as a distraction, right?</p> <p>It works, if only for a moment. The kissing becomes so heated, so intense that Cameron almost doesn’t hear the familiar cries coming from the living room. Almost.</p> </blockquote> <p>Everett can feel Cameron resisting and there&#8217;s a fleeting flash of hurt at that. It&#8217;s gone just as quick and he&#8217;s persists in his endeavors to get Cam to open up to him. He knows that the littlest Hummel is pissed at Blaine, that&#8217;s he&#8217;s fiercely protective of Kurt and he really can&#8217;t blame him. But Everett just wants to forget about their twins for a while, to get lost in Ev&amp;Cam instead.</p> <p>He groans softly when Cameron&#8217;s fingers curl into his hair. He doesn&#8217;t know what it is, but his hair has always been a sure-fire turn on for him. He loves having his hair played with when he&#8217;s relaxed and nothing gets him harder than when someone tugs on his hair during sex. He nips at Cam&#8217;s bottom lip to show his appreciation before licking right back into his mouth, making the kiss wet and dirty.</p> <p>Everett is just reaching for the hem of Cameron&#8217;s shirt when he hears the cries and he freezes above him. He wants to ignore it and pretend like he can&#8217;t hear, but he knows that Cameron is so tuned into his twin that this is already over.</p> <p>Repressing a sigh - he doesn&#8217;t want Cameron to think that he thinks sex is more important than family - he rolls off of Cam and off the bed into a standing position. &#8220;Do you want me to come with or -?&#8221;</p>http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/6435096781http://blaineitonthecourage.tumblr.com/post/6435096781Sat, 11 Jun 2011 20:03:22 -0400Kurt HummelBlaine AndersonCameron HummelEverett Andersonscene: This Tastes Like Ashes on My Tongue