Kurt/Santana/Blaine: Something New (NC-17)
Title: Something New
Pairing: Kurt/Santana/Blaine (Kurt/Blaine established relationship)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~5300
Spoilers: LOL
Warnings: Threesome. Sex between a gay man and lesbian? Flimsy reasoning?
Summary: Written for this prompt by the lovely Katrina: Kurt is curious and wants to go down on a lady. He likes being good at things, even skills that aren’t important to his everyday life. Luckily for him, Blaine really wants to watch.
“I love you,” Kurt murmured against Blaine’s mouth, pulling him closer by the hips and nipping lightly at his bottom lip.
“I love you more,” Blaine teased, sliding a hand around the back of Kurt’s neck and smiling as he pressed their lips together again.
“Okay, break it up. You two are going to make me throw up,” Santana sighed, grabbing Blaine by the elbow and pulling him back, putting inches of vastly unwanted distance between the two of them. Kurt scowled at her.
“It’s our Bachelor party,” he said.
“Exactly. You two are supposed to be out doing stupid shit tonight, not licking each other’s faces off,” she retorted, gesturing toward the bar they’d just been making out against and displaying a row of shots.
“I can not do that many shots,” Blaine laughed, swaying a little on his feet and clinging to the front of Kurt’s vest for stability. Kurt looked down at him and smiled, smoothing a hand down Blaine’s arm until he could easily grab his hand, interlacing their fingers as he led the way to where Santana obviously wanted them to go. The crowd that had gathered to celebrate with them all crowded around, each of them grabbing one of the glasses.
“To Kurt and Blaine!” Rachel shouted, her cheeks pink and her smile wide.
“To Kurt and Blaine!” the group cheered before they clanked glasses and knocked back the concoction that tasted way too good to be pure alcohol. Kurt felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder and turned his hazy head until he could see that it belonged to Finn.
“Having a good time?” Finn asked with an amused smile.
“The best,” Kurt nodded before Blaine’s lips were trailing sloppy and slightly sticky over his cheek. “What are you doing?”
“Kissing my fiance,” Blaine grinned, nuzzling his cheek against Kurt’s jaw until he finally turned his head, shooting Finn an apologetic look before focusing his attention on Blaine.
“You’re so handsy when you’re drunk,” Kurt laughed.
“And you’re so sexy when you’re drunk,” Blaine countered. “Want you so much.”
“Later,” Kurt said, pressing his lips against Blaine’s before he was yanked away.
“I said to stop that,” Santana said. Kurt rolled his eyes and allowed himself to be pulled into conversation with Rachel and Finn.
As the hours passed, the crowd grew thinner, their friend excusing themselves and catching cabs to take them from the bar to their hotel rooms or apartments. The city buzzed with life around them, others there to celebrate something completely different or nothing at all. Kurt leaned against the bar, Seven and Seven in hand as he people watched. His head was swimming with the copious amounts of alcohol he’d consumed and his excitement over their rapidly-approaching wedding and he stared down into the depths of his glass, smiling to himself.
The night had been wonderful. Santana had insisted on planning the entire thing and though Kurt had initially been concerned by some of her threatened plots for the evening, in the end, she’d stuck to exactly what they’d wanted—a night with their friends. And booze. Obviously.
“Well there you are,” Kurt said as Blaine slid into view. He was adorably disheveled from the dancing he’d been doing with whoever was willing on the dance floor that didn’t actually exist.
“Here I am,” Blaine said, peppering Kurt’s neck with kisses and melting against him until his arms were around Kurt’s waist and his head was on his chest.
“You two are ridiculous,” Santana sighed, grabbing a fresh drink from the bar before resting an elbow on it and taking them in. “Adorable, but ridiculous.”
“We are adorable, aren’t we?” Kurt asked, laughing a little as Blaine hugged him even closer.
“Is he trying to sleep on you?” she asked.
“He’s so comfy,” Blaine murmured. Kurt shook his head and took a sip of his drink.
“So, did you have fun tonight?” Santana asked.
“It was perfect. Thank you,” Kurt told her, looking down with a confused eyebrow as Blaine sneakily tried to steal his drink while pretending to still be dozing against his chest.
“It was fun, but embarrassingly PG for a Bachelor party,” Santana said, wetting her lips and raising her eyebrows. “There’s a strip club right down the street we could go to.”
“Not a chance. Have you ever been to one?” Kurt said.
“Penises everywhere,” Blaine nodded, now sipping Kurt’s drink through the short straw intended more for stirring that actual straw function. “Wait, why didn’t we go to the strip club, again?”
“See? Blaine’s with me on this.”
“You’re a lesbian, what do you want to see a room full of cocks for anyway?”
“Honestly?” she asked. Kurt nodded. “I just want to see how fucking embarrassed you’d get. But at this point, I’d be a little afraid that Boy Wonder here would run up on stage and start trying to dance.”
“I give excellent lap dances,” Blaine said. “Don’t I?”
“You do,” Kurt smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of Blaine’s mouth.
“You two are so domesticated I’ll bet even your lap dances are vanilla,” Santana accused them, poking Kurt’s arm with one perfectly manicured finger.
“Our sex life is absolutely not vanilla,” Kurt said, narrowing his eyes at her a little.
“Ooo, what? You do it in the bathtub sometimes? Or maybe at the foot of the bed?”
“Fuck you,” Kurt said under his breath, rolling his eyes and looking at some arbitrary place on the wall.
“Ouch. Hit a nerve?”
“Not even remotely,” he said, still not looking at her. “You’d be shocked if we told you.”
“Kurt likes it when I spank him,” Blaine said. That got Kurt to regain his focus on the conversation.
“Boring,” Santana rolled her eyes.
“We do it in the kitchen all the time,” Blaine continued. Santana pretended to yawn.
“I once kept Blaine handcuffed for so long he had bruises around his wrists for a week,” Kurt told her, pride and a desperate need to defend himself puffing up in his chest. Santana checked the imaginary watch on her wrist before raising her glass to her lips.
“Kurt wants to go down on a girl,” Blaine giggled.
Santana sputtered, her scotch on the rocks dribbling down her chin as she choked on her sip. The bartender slid some napkins at her and she quickly cleaned herself up.
“Okay, that I wasn’t expecting,” she admitted. “Are you serious?”
“I’m curious about it,” Kurt said with a shrug, knowing that he probably should be a lot more embarrassed about discussing this than the alcohol was allowing him to feel. “And I like to be good at things, even if they aren’t things I’d necessarily do everyday.”
“So you want to go down on a girl just so you can have one more thing you’re good at?” she asked.
“He’s good at so many things,” Blaine cooed, petting at the front of Kurt’s shirt.
“And this doesn’t bother you?” Santana asked Blaine.
“Why would it?” he asked, eyebrows knitted together. She let out a long breath and raised a hand, clearly needing a second to compose her thoughts before turning a smile onto them that Kurt had learned to fear more than anything else.
“You’re serious about this?” she asked.
“It’s on my bucket list,” Kurt shrugged, knowing that it would probably always stay there. It was fun to think about, though.
“Then let’s do it.”
Kurt froze and blinked at her, feeling only the grip of Blaine’s hand on his waist tightening.
“Excuse me?”
“I will consider tonight a total failure if you two don’t do something completely insane,” she told him. Kurt shook his head hard and swallowed down the lump of ‘What in the hell?!’ that had just lodged deep in his throat.
“So you think that me having sex with you is the answer?” he asked, blinking at her through the booze-fueled fog that was thickening in his brain more and more with each passing second.
“Can you think of anything crazier?” she asked. Kurt really couldn’t argue there.
“I… I mean… we’re not doing this,” he said, though parts of him were already more than a little intrigued.
“Come on, Kurt. It’s just sex. You need to do something wild tonight, your barnacle is obviously into it since he’s pretty much been humping your leg since I mentioned it, and we’re all gay so it’s not like we’re going to get all stupid and emotional. And besides, I’m not afraid to tell you how much you suck, so you’ll know whether or not you’re doing a good job.”
Kurt looked down at Blaine and wow, he really was pretty much humping his leg, grinning up at him and nodding.
“Do it, Kurt. I want to watch,” Blaine said, turning his head and grabbing Santana’s chin. “She’s so pretty and she won’t get weird. It’s perfect. Come on, Kurt. You’ve wanted to do this for forever.” Santana batted him away with a huff.
“Forever? Really? The Captain of the Gay Express has wanted to go down on a girl for forever?” she teased.
“Sexuality is fluid, Santana. And sex is sex,” Kurt said. “I expected you of all people to-“
“I get it, Kurt, I’m just giving you shit,” she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder and finishing her drink. “So are we going back to your place or what?”
It wasn’t going to happen. It couldn’t. They’d all been friends for so long and he’d never once imagined doing this with someone they actually knew well. But then again, she really would give him pointers and wouldn’t tell anyone. He knew she wouldn’t. But they couldn’t. It was too weird.
“I don’t know…”
“Look,” she said, setting her drink down with a heavy thud and closing the distance between them. “It’s been way too long since I got laid and the thought of getting to boss around your ass in bed is far too tempting. Come on. You should really check this off your bucket list before you get married.”
“I…” Kurt said, feeling his resolve crumble. She was pretty. And willing. And as drunk as they both were. Well, maybe not as drunk as Blaine, but who in the world was?
“Please,” Blaine begged, kissing Kurt’s neck and rutting his hard cock in against Kurt’s thigh.
“Yeah, please?” Santana whispered. Kurt’s eyes fluttered shut as Santana’s tongue slid up the shell of his ear and the word came out in a long exhalation.
“Yes,” he said, already imagining pressing his face against her damp panties and breathing her in.
“Excellent,” she said brightly, stepping back and pulling a hundred dollar bill out of her cleavage before tossing it at the bartender. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Yay,” Blaine grinned, leaning into Kurt’s side as they all walked out of the bar, Kurt’s heart hammering so hard in his chest it was beginning to hurt a little.
Time moved in fast-forward as they all squished together in the back of a cab, making their way through the streets to Kurt and Blaine’s apartment. They didn’t really talk. Blaine just leaned his head against Kurt’s shoulder and Santana was looking at something on her phone and Kurt was actively trying not to have a panic attack.
As soon as they were inside of their living room, Kurt’s pulse was racing so quickly he wasn’t sure it would ever be able to return to a normal speed and he could feel sweat already beading along his hairline.
“So,” Santana said, tossing her clutch onto their coffee table before toeing off her shoes. “Why do you want to do this so badly? What’s the appeal for you?” She wasn’t teasing him anymore, she just sounded genuinely curious, so Kurt didn’t feel quite so embarrassed about answering.
“Well, the female anatomy in general is just… well, this foreign and unseemly thing to me. I mean, with guys, it’s not hard to get them off. It might be hard to do it really well, but pretty much if you nicely touch their cock for long enough, something’s going to come of it,” Kurt explained. Blaine laughed from the corner of the couch that he had himself all curled up in.
“Come.”
“Are you high or drunk?” Santana asked him.
“I’m horny,” was Blaine’s response, followed by another laugh bordering dangerously close to a giggle.
“So anyways,” Kurt interrupted. “I’ve heard from my girl friends how they have the most intense orgasms from getting oral and I know how hard of a time a lot of guys have giving girls orgasms period, so, I’ve always been intrigued by the challenge of it.”
“You would be,” she said, irritation in her voice but a fond smile on her face as she settled in on the opposite end of the couch from where Blaine was situated, leaving Kurt with the center cushion. He sat down, unable to truly relax because the reality of the situation was starting to settle in, weighing on his chest and making his breaths quicken again.
“He’s very good with his tongue,” Blaine chimed in.
“We’ll see about that,” Santana said, leaning in and grabbing Kurt by the front of his shirt. He felt himself being hauled through the space that separated them on the couch until his lips were pressed against hers.
He hadn’t really kissed a girl since Brittany way back in his sophomore year of high school. Kurt liked kissing. Even though he and Blaine had graduated past kisses alone years ago, he still found himself craving the feeling of Blaine’s lips against his almost constantly. Santana’s lipstick allowed their lips to slide together easily and within seconds, her tongue was gliding against his own. His hand jumped off his thigh in surprise and instinctively made its way to the back of Santana’s head, fingers threading through her soft hair as she kissed him back aggressively.
“Jesus,” he whispered when he finally broke the kiss, starting a little at the feeling of lips against the back of his neck.
“Isn’t he a good kisser?” Blaine asked, nipping lightly at Kurt’s earlobe as he slid his hands around to rest on Kurt’s stomach.
“He’s not bad,” Santana said, obviously challenging him a little as she shifted to face him. Kurt felt his eyes narrow and he dove back in, roughly sucking Santana’s bottom lip into his mouth as he pressed her against the arm of the couch. Clinging to his biceps, she sucked his tongue into her mouth as Blaine kept kissing the back of his neck and Kurt was thoroughly distracted but had no intentions of complaining.
When Santana let out with a particularly loud moan just as Kurt lightly trailed his tongue over the roof of her mouth, he pulled back and tipped his forehead against hers.
“Still not bad?” he asked. She didn’t answer, just took his right hand in hers and directed it beneath her skirt. Kurt’s breath caught in his throat as she pressed it against bare skin, slick and so damned hot.
“Does that answer your question?” she asked. All he could do was swallow, so that’s what he did before sliding his hands around her hips until they found the zipper to her tight skirt, which she was apparently wearing nothing underneath.
Kurt had always appreciated the beauty of the female form on a purely artistic level. He knew when someone was beautiful and had spent the last several years of his life concocting beautiful garments to drape around women’s bodies, but they had never really done anything for him in a sexual sense. Now was no exception.
He knew that Santana was gorgeous, that she had a lovely body, but it wasn’t the sight of her naked hips and thighs coming into view that caused his cock to harden in his pants. It was the thought of what was going to happen now that her skin was bare. For just a moment, a twinge of disappointment surged through him, imagining what it could have been like to do it under her skirt, the fabric bunched tight around his head and-
“Get naked, Hummel. If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right,” Santana ordered, already reaching for the bottom hem of her top and pulling it over her head, revealing a black lacy bra.
“Why do I need to be naked?” he asked, sitting back on his heels and crossing his arms over his chest.
“So I can fuck you while you eat her out,” Blaine murmured in his ear, fingertips dancing up Kurt’s forearms before moving to untuck his shirt.
“What he said,” Santana said with a light laugh as she arched her back to fiddle with the clasp of her bra. “Look, I know that all of this is being wasted on you, but I’m not going to sweat all over that shirt, it’s silk.”
Kurt nodded and let Blaine continue to undress him from behind, his vest and shirt disappearing over the back of the couch. As Blaine’s hands moved to the zipper of his tight black jeans, Kurt let out a hissing breath at the feeling of Blaine’s warm chest against his back. Kurt twisted around and looked Blaine up and down, moaning when he realized that he’d somehow already gotten naked without Kurt realizing.
“You’re so hot,” Kurt smiled, reaching for Blaine’s head and pulling him in for an awkwardly positioned kiss over his shoulder. One that was interrupted by a sharp pain in his left nipple. He whipped around to find Santana’s fingers snapping in his face.
“I’ll give the same treatment to your balls if you ignore me like that again,” she warned, waving a finger at him before leaning back against the arm of the couch, resting both elbows behind her on the red leather and spreading her legs in a rather presenting manner. Kurt’s hands flew to the backs of her knees, gripping lightly as he raised them until her feet were planted flat on the cushion.
“Sorry. He’s kind of distracting,” Kurt said, his voice hardly more than a whisper as he stood to make quick work of shucking off his pants.
“He certainly is an eager little thing, isn’t he?” she asked, nodding forward and encouraging Kurt to look, only to find Blaine practically mirroring Santana’s pose at the opposite end of the couch, only with one hand wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking himself.
“Not so little,” Kurt smirked.
“Surprisingly no,” Santana said. “You? Not so much of a surprise. I had a theory junior year that you stuffed the front of your pants but after that swim party-“
“Can we… not?” Kurt asked, feeling himself flush from the tips of his ears to his chest. “This isn’t about that.”
“No it isn’t,” she smirked, trailing the fingertips of one hand over her stomach and bumping her knees together before letting them drop open again. Kurt got the point.
He gingerly lowered himself onto his stomach, cock trapped between the smooth leather and his stomach and he scooted forward until has face was between her thighs. As soon as he was situated, Blaine was urging his own legs apart, gripping hard onto the backs of his thighs as Kurt shifted in closer to smell her.
It was a distinct scent. Personal. It made his mouth water and his hands move to lightly smooth over the sides of her thighs.
“I should’ve known you’d be a tease,” she huffed, shifting slightly and bringing her body even closer to his face.
“Do you want me to do this or not?” he asked, stroking his thumbs over her skin until she rolled her eyes and nodded. “Then relax because we’re doing it my way.”
“Yes sir,” she relented, no small amount of sass in her voice as Kurt brought one hand around to trail over her where she was waxed bare and already glistening with arousal.
Kurt took in a ragged breath before bringing his other hand down to part her lips, exposing all of her. Before he could over-think or worry about what to do next, he ducked in and licked a wide stripe up her newly exposed skin. Everything was wet and smooth—god, so ridiculously smooth—that he couldn’t stop. He just kept licking. Hard then soft, fast then slow, memorizing and tasting and waiting until he got a really good reaction from her. She was making little noises of approval, tiny moans and sighs, but that wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to do this well. He wanted to make her fall to pieces, not just be marginally satisfied by what he was doing.
A tortuously long minute passed before Santana stiffened beneath him, one hand moving to his hair where she just gripped and held him still.
“Right there,” she said, her voice rough and her fingers insistent in his hair.
Kurt tried to mimic the movement, sliding the very tip of his tongue over her clit again in the exact same way he’d just done and her whole body shuddered.
“She likes that,” Blaine said, gripping hard onto the halves of Kurt’s ass and pulling them apart before Kurt could feel the warm wetness of Blaine’s tongue swirling around his asshole. Kurt whimpered, trying his hardest to ignore the talented movement of Blaine’s tongue as he kept up the work of his own against Santana.
Santana tasted earthy and good, not as bitter as Blaine’s come but still with that underlying sense of sexual arousal that left Kurt rutting into the leather. His skin was getting hot wherever it had contact with the unbreathing material of the couch, everything getting a little overwhelmingly warm and startlingly present.
His fingers held her open to his curious tongue, flicking constantly over that little nub of flesh that was making her yank on his hair and moan loudly into the otherwise silent living room.
“More, you fucking tease,” she practically growled and Kurt’s tongue froze in confusion just as Blaine started to slide one well-lubed finger inside of him. Kurt moaned and Santana moaned in turn before jerking his hair even more forcefully. “It feels good but do something different.” Kurt nodded. Of course. He wouldn’t enjoy a blowjob with no variety, so why would he expect this to be any different?
But now he was back to the drawing board. She’d asked for more and he knew what he liked when he was in the mood for such. He gave her a few more licks, trailing all over her, outer lips, clit, down lower where she was so wet and inviting before dragging his mouth back up, her juices coating his chin as he nudged the tip of his nose against her clit.
She let out a long breath and squirmed against his lips, obviously trying for that more she’d requested and just as he was about to try something new, Blaine slid two more fingers inside, working them slowly as he prepared Kurt for what he’d promised earlier.
“Oh fuck,” Kurt moaned, only hearing the beginning of Santana’s irritated huff before he did the first thing he could think of and sucked her clit into his mouth. The noise Santana let out at the contact could best be described as inhuman.
“Keep going,” Blaine breathed out, mouthing along his shoulder blades as he continued to slowly fuck Kurt with his fingers. Kurt whimpered and sucked harder, his tongue sliding over her clit as Blaine crooked his fingers just right and began massaging his prostate.
“Oh my god,” Santana groaned, her thighs jerking shut, mostly blocking off Kurt’s sense of hearing with the tight grip and rocking her hips against him. Kurt looked up at her and relaxed his mouth, giving his slightly aching tongue a break as he replaced it with his thumb. “Why are you stopping?”
“Just give me a second, okay?” he asked, lightly kissing the inside of her thigh as she swore under her breath and let her head drop back.
“Are you ready for me?” Blaine asked, his cock so hard and slick as he rubbed it in the crack of Kurt’s ass.
“Yes,” Kurt grinned, the smile melting away as Blaine lined himself up and pushed in, settling his weight in on Kurt’s body and starting up a maddeningly slow rocking motion. Kurt’s cock was so hard beneath him and with every one of Blaine’s thrusts, it slid just a little, gliding through precome and the sweat of his skin against the leather.
“Kurt,” Santana whined—something Kurt made a mental note to tease her about later—and tugged lightly on his hair. “You were doing so well, come on.”
With the feeling of Blaine filling him so perfectly and the taste of Santana on his lips fueling him on, Kurt nodded and smiled. He resumed his previous position, sucking lightly on her clit as he moved his tongue over it, swirling and flicking, making figure eights, moaning around her. She shivered, breath held in her chest with each inhalation she made until it was coming out in a whoosh and a moan, her fingertips digging into Kurt’s scalp.
“More,” she moaned. “Come on, Kurt.”
Kurt’s eyebrow quirked and he slowed his tongue to a teasingly slow speed, circling her clit and lessening the suction of his mouth as he tried to figure out what in the hell she wanted. If he moved his tongue any faster, he was pretty sure it was going to fall off and if he sucked any harder, he was worried about hurting her.
Blaine took Kurt’s moment of pause to reposition himself so he could thrust in with more force, his forehead digging into the top of Kurt’s spine as he moaned and snapped his hips forward harder. There were few things in the world Kurt loved more than having Blaine inside of him. He fit perfectly, like his cock was made to be there. It was the perfect stretch, the perfect curve, the perfect everything to work him into a heaving pile of sated Kurt.
The angle was just right for every little movement Blaine was making to rub over Kurt’s prostate and that coupled with the constant friction against his cock was bringing him to the brink so quickly in his drunken state that it was honestly shocking him a little.
“What…” Kurt panted, eyes rolling back a little as Blaine thrust forward particularly roughly. “What can I do? What do you need?”
“I need you to stop fucking stopping for one,” Santana snapped, heaving breaths as she tried to shove his mouth back down against her slick folds. “And two, I need you to find something productive to do with your fingers.”
Oh.
Duh.
Without hesitation, he licked hard over her clit before again pulling it between his lips and trailed his fingers down below his chin until he found her opening, gently sliding one finger inside. His cock twitched hard at the feeling. She was so wet and gripped his finger tightly and he immediately pulled it out so he could add another.
“Oh god,” she moaned, sounding a little pained as he slid them back in.
“Are you okay?” he asked, eyes open wide as he stilled his fingers inside of her. She glared at him and twisted her fingers sharply in his hair.
“I swear to god, Kurt Hummel, if you stop sucking my clit one more time, I’m going to murder you,” she growled, pushing his face back against her and prompting Blaine to laugh roughly against his back. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” Blaine said, the grin evident in his voice, rolling his lips and biting down lightly on Kurt’s sweat-dampened skin. Kurt started a steady rhythm with his fingers as he got back to work on her clit. Honestly, he was more concerned about the state of his hair after all of Santana’s pulling than he was about the death threat. He didn’t entirely trust her not to yank out an entire handful if he stopped again.
Blaine was thrusting faster, his chest slick with sweat against Kurt’s back as his hips moved steadily, his cock stroking Kurt so wonderfully from the inside that Kurt allowed himself a moment to focus on that while he kept his mouth and fingers busy. He could feel himself getting closer and the increase in Blaine’s speed said that he was getting there as well. Sometimes, when they were drunk, they’d lose themselves in what felt like hour-long sessions, but right now, with everything so over-stimulating and new, Kurt was honestly surprised he’d held off as long as he had.
He wanted to tell Blaine that he was close, but he couldn’t stop tracing random shapes over Santana’s clit, so he just moaned and bucked his hips back, hoping that Blaine would get the hint. He did.
“So close,” Blaine breathed against his skin.
“Me too,” Santana moaned, fingernails scratching lightly against Kurt’s scalp as he doubled his efforts. His tongue flicked over her just the way he had at first when she’d initially told him that he was doing things right, sucking harder around her, and starting to press his fingers up against her each time he pulled them out. “Oh fuck, Kurt.”
Her entire body went rigid, her thighs snapping shut so hard the force against his head honestly hurt a little, but he didn’t stop. Not when her muscles started squeezing around his fingers and her clit pulsed against his tongue. It wasn’t until her legs dropped open and she pushed him away that he stopped, immediately finding himself pulled up by the hips so Blaine could snap his hips forward while roughly jerking Kurt’s cock one, two, three times before Kurt was crying out and coming all over the couch. Blaine didn’t make it two more thrusts before moaning and swearing and stilling inside of Kurt’s ass.
As soon as Blaine was finished coming, he pulled out and flopped onto Kurt’s back, sending Kurt dropping back between Santana’s legs, his head coming to rest on her lower stomach. Her hand dropped back to his head, stroking lightly over his hair now in a lovely, soothing contrast to the pulling she’d grown accustomed to while he’d gone down on her.
“Well, I think that was sufficiently crazy,” she laughed.
“Mmm,” Blaine moaned, snuggling in on top of Kurt, nestling his head in against the back of Kurt’s neck. “So good.”
“Was it… was it okay?” Kurt asked, raising his head as sleepiness overcame him and he gently wiped her juices from his chin.
“You’re an excellent pupil,” she told him, patting his cheek before sliding out from under him. “Thanks for that.”
“Thank you,” Kurt told her, struggling to a sitting position and smiling fondly down at Blaine as he whined and readjusted until his head was in Kurt’s lap. “This was…”
“Don’t get all sappy on me,” she said, tugging her skirt back over her hips before retrieving her bra from the back of the couch. Kurt laughed and waved a hand at her.
“I’m not, don’t worry,” he told her. She pulled her shirt over her head and snagged her purse before bending down to give him a lingering kiss, licking her lips as she stood back up.
“I taste fantastic, don’t I?” she winked at him before leaving them alone, the door to their apartment clicking shut a moment later. Kurt looked down at Blaine and smiled, smoothing a hand over Blaine’s hair as he gave out a little snore against his bare thigh. His head dropped against the back of the couch as a fresh wave of tiredness washed over him.