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Breaking Point	By : silverdragon87 Category: G through L > Glee Views: 10461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I make no money from this. I do not own Glee or the Glee fandom or any of it's characters. I do not own Blaine and Kurt.

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Blaine was going to kill Wes.

Their Warblers rehearsal had started at eleven am and Wes had forced them all to stay until well after five pm. It had been an exhausting Saturday rehearsal in which Blaine spent much of his time trying not to stare at Kurt.

Kurt, for his part, did not make eye contact with Blaine, a fact that irked Blaine to no end.

Hadn’t Kurt gotten his voicemail? Did this mean that Kurt wasn’t going to show up at the Lima Bean tomorrow?

Blaine barely had time to register the thoughts before Wes would screech a direction at anyone who had put a single toe out of line and continued his dictatorial direction of the rehearsal.

Blaine had to rush home after rehearsal, barely having time to shower before his shift started at Breadstix. Blaine was forced to leave his hair in its unruly, curly state, though he had noticed that he got better tips when his hair was free of its gel than when he sported his “Dalton hair” as he referred to it.

The dinner rush had come early and it wasn’t until Blaine heard Kurt’s distinctive laughter that he remembered Kurt was having a date there tonight. Blaine glanced in the direction of the voice and realized that Kurt had been seated in his section.

Lovely. Blaine thought, bitterness seeping into his already grim mood.

Blaine grabbed a water pitcher and headed towards the table, putting his perfect prep school mask on, but he stopped in his tracks, his blood running cold when he saw who was sitting across the table from Kurt.

Zach fucking Drexler sat innocently across from Kurt, his spindly fingers already caressing Kurt’s soft hand. Zach watched the boy with heady eyes and laughed at something Kurt said.

Blaine set the pitcher down on the table with a lot more force than strictly necessary and the two boys jumped a little, Kurt’s eyes met his, a cool expression taking over his features.

“Hey Kurt.”

“Blaine,” Kurt stated, picking an imaginary piece of lint of his immaculate shirt. Zach reached out a hand to Blaine.

“Hi, I’m Zach, you’re in the Warblers right? I don’t think we’ve ever been properly introduced.” Zach flashed him a too charming smile and Blaine glared at the boy’s hand.

“I know who you are.” Blaine turned back to Kurt. “May I speak with you for a moment? Privately.”

“I’m a little busy, Blaine. I’m on a date, it would be rude,” Kurt fluttered his eyelashes, the picture of innocence with just a hint of condescension.

“You wouldn’t mind if I stole him for a few minutes, would you Zach?” Blaine asked calmly, fixing Zach with a menacing stare.

“No,” Zach stated quickly, “go ahead, take all the time you need.” Zach glanced at Blaine, searching for approval, but Blaine had turned to gaze at Kurt expectantly.

Kurt sighed petulantly and stood from his chair.

“This will only take a minute,” Kurt vowed, pinning Blaine with a pointed look.

Blaine led Kurt to the back of the restaurant and into the men’s bathroom. He quickly checked to make sure that they were alone before he slid the lock closed on the door.

Finally, he turned to find Kurt standing a few feet from him, looking at his nails.

“Did you get my message?” Blaine asked. Kurt’s head snapped up, eyes meeting Blaine full on.

“Oh my god, is that really what this is about? Jesus Blaine, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” Kurt rolled his eyes. Blaine perked up.

“Tomorrow? You mean, you’re going to come?”

“Of course. You may be an ass, but you’re an ass I like to have around, okay? We have fights, it happens. We’ll get through it. We got through that whole bisexual thing with you, didn’t we?”

Blaine stopped, he hadn’t really thought of that. For being as smart as he was, Blaine really was an idiot.

“Is that all? Because I really do need to get back to my date.”

“No actually, I need to talk to you about Zach.”

“Okay?”

“He’s using you. Kurt, he’s using you.” Blaine sighed, “he has a history of seducing guys, making them fall in love with him, and then kicking them to the curb when he’s done fucking with them. Three guys have transferred out of Dalton because of him.”

“So?” Kurt huffed, crossing his arms across his chest.

“So?” Blaine asked in disbelief. “Look, I care about you, I really do, and I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

Kurt mumbled something that sounded faintly like ‘could’ve fooled me’, but refused to meet Blaine’s eyes with his next statement.

“I don’t care.”

“You don’t care that I don’t want to see you get hurt or…” Blaine trailed off. Kurt fixed Blaine with a determined stare.

“I don’t care if he’s using me for sex.”

“Wow Kurt, you’ve turned into a real Goldilocks.” This was not going how Blaine had thought it would. This was going to be really bad, but now that he’d gotten started, Blaine wasn’t sure he could stop.

“What the fuck did you just call me?”

“Goldilocks, you know, like the fable, she can’t decide what she wants so she has to try everything. You’ve turned into her. Screwing your way through Dalton.” Blaine knew it was harsh, but he was tired of this. Tired of watching Kurt play musical sexual partners.

“Fuck you,” Kurt sneered, his voice lower than Blaine had ever heard it. “Where do you get off judging me—,”

“How many? How many has it been? There was Cameron, I know, and I’m sure you guys got together with Luke, considering the timing of it all. What about Dylan, huh? Did you let Dylan fuck that sweet little ass of yours? I bet you di—,”

“That,” Kurt ground out, “is none of your fucking business.”

“No, you’re right, it isn’t any of my ‘fucking’ business since I’m not the one that’s in the business of fucking. That’s you, right?” Blaine snapped. Kurt tried to push past Blaine and out the door, but Blaine gripped his arm tight. “You’re wrong though. It is my business.”

Kurt ripped his arm from Blaine’s grip, stepping back a few feet.

“Oh, and why is that?” Kurt growled.

The words left his mouth before his brain could stop them.

“Because you’re mine,” Blaine roared, glaring at Kurt.

“What?” Kurt hissed.

“You’re mine,” Blaine paused, “I’m in love with you, okay?” It was word vomit and it wasn’t stopping. “I always have been, I think. It wasn’t until we had that talk on Valentine’s Day though that I realized it and then I didn’t know what to do. I wanted it to be perfect. I wanted us to be perfect, and I didn’t want to screw it up, but then I screwed it up anyway. I fucked up Kurt and I’m so sorry for that. I waited too long and now you probably don’t care about me at all and I just fucked it up so badly, but I can’t stand it anymore. I can’t stand seeing you with all these other guys because it just, it hurts and I can’t watch it. I can’t listen to it because you need to stop. You need to stop fucking these other guys because you should be fucking me because you’re mine and—,”

Whatever Blaine was going to say next was cut off as Kurt slammed into Blaine’s body, his lips crashing against Blaine’s. Blaine’s eyes widened for a moment before slipping closed in sheer bliss.

Kurt was kissing him and it was perfect. Kurt was his.

Their mouths molded together like they were fucking made for this. Blaine growled into Kurt’s mouth as they kissed with bruising force. Teeth gnashed together, tongues slipping against each other, mapping each other’s mouth.

Blaine wasn’t aware that they had moved until Kurt’s back collided with the wall next to the sink and Blaine ground his hips painfully hard into Kurt.

Kurt’s arms were wrapped around Blaine’s neck, fingers tangled in Blaine’s curly hair and his fingers rubbed deliciously against Blaine’s scalp. Blaine’s hands roamed over every inch of Kurt that he could reach, his hands came up to unbutton Kurt’s fitted shirt and Kurt’s hand joined Blaine’s by pulling Blaine’s shirt out of his pants.

Blaine fumbled with some of the buttons, but finally pulled the shirt off, his own following suit shortly after.

The boys broke their kiss as Blaine pulled his undershirt over his head and tossed it to the side. They stared at each other for a moment, Blaine’s eyes searing into Kurt’s their lips red and wet, breath coming in short pants, before Blaine was on him again.

Blaine pressed hard against Kurt, their naked chests rubbing together. Kurt’s hands ran up and down Blaine’s back, sliding along his sensitive spine and Blaine moaned into their kiss and moved his lips down, attacking Kurt’s neck, sucking and biting an angry red mark onto the unblemished skin.

Blaine was sure Kurt would complain about it later, but right now all he wanted to do was mark Kurt, because Kurt was finally his.

“Mine,” Blaine snarled as he slid his tongue over one of Kurt’s nipples. Kurt arched into Blaine’s mouth, his hands fisting in Blaine’s hair. Blaine teased the nipple to hardness with hot flicks of his tongue, his teeth nipping at the dark pink bud.

Blaine moved his mouth to the other side, applying the same exquisite torture to Kurt’s other nipple before he finally moved down, farther still.

Blaine’s tongue dipped into Kurt’s belly button as his hands undid Kurt’s oversized belt. Blaine ground his hand into Kurt’s crotch and grinned as he heard Kurt ‘s head fall back against the wall with a thump.

Kurt’s hips thrust up into Blaine’s touch as he delicately slid down the zipper of Kurt’s too tight pants. Blaine gripped the top of the skinny jeans on either side, his fingers hooking into Kurt’s underwear and forcefully pulled them down to Kurt’s knees.

Kurt’s angry red cock bobbed hard and leaking, mere inches from Blaine’s salivating mouth. Blaine reached out with his hand, fingers wrapping around the length and slid up at down it a couple times, before Blaine’s tongue reached out tentatively, scooping up the pre-cum pouring out of Kurt’s dick.

It was a little weird and salty, but somehow tasted just like Kurt. Blaine breathed in the musky scent as he slowly reached out again, his lips closing around the very tip of Kurt’s dick.

“Oh god Blaine,” Kurt moaned from above him. Blaine slid the first couple of inches into his mouth and looked up at Kurt, meeting his smoldering gaze. “God Blaine, you look so fucking hot, your mouth, uhngh, your mouth around my dick. Oh god,” Kurt panted, his head falling back when Blaine sucked, hard, “I can’t believe this is actually happening.”

Neither could Blaine, but god was he happy that it was.

Blaine started up a rhythm with his mouth, his hand pumping what he couldn’t get into his mouth and soon Kurt was a babbling incoherent mess.

“Fuck me, Blaine. Please. I need you. I need you to fuck me.” Kurt pleaded. Blaine slid Kurt’s cock out of his mouth; his hand still pumping it and Kurt’s hips gave an involuntary jerk with each stroke.

Blaine’s voice got low and dangerous.

“Turn around,” Blaine snarled. Kurt gasped and pulled his pants off all the way. By the time he had finished Blaine had pulled his pants off as well and Kurt stared at Blaine’s exposed cock for a moment, fighting the urge to grab it. Kurt complied with Blaine’s order and turned, positioning himself in front of the sink, his hands gripped the rim of the porcelain bowl and Kurt’s glassy blue eyes met Blaine’s in the mirror—the normally hazel eyes almost black from being so blown out.

“Bend. Over. Now.” Blaine ground out. Kurt complied, spreading his legs and pushing his hips back for Blaine.

Blaine moaned at the sight of him, his hands sliding over Kurt’s ass. He gave the ass an experimental smack, the cheek pinking up from the slap and Kurt whimpered, his mouth falling open.

“You like that, Kurt?” Blaine’s hand connected with Kurt’s ass again, a little harder this time and Kurt wailed.

“Blaine, please. I need you,” Kurt begged. Blaine stared at Kurt’s ass for a moment, contemplating what to use. Soap was no good. He met Kurt’s eyes in the mirror again and saw Kurt’s cherry red lips, still deliciously wet, he smirked.

Blaine brought his hand up to Kurt’s mouth.

“Suck.” Kurt grabbed Blaine’s hand, sucking four fingers into his mouth at once, his eyes never breaking contact with Blaine’s in the mirror.

Blaine’s other hand drifted to his cock as he imagined the luscious wet heat and delicious pressure of Kurt’s mouth wrapped around his aching cock. Blaine pulled his dripping fingers from Kurt’s mouth and lowered his hand, one finger sliding easily into Kurt’s open ass.

Blaine pressed the finger in as far as it would go before slowly pumping it in and out of the boy.

“More,” Kurt cried and Blaine slipped a second finger in with his first. God Kurt was tight. He couldn’t even imagine how amazing it was going to feel to have his dick buried deep in Kurt’s sweet ass.

Kurt was quivering by the time Blaine put in a third finger, but his eyes still never left Blaine’s.

“Please,” Kurt whined and Blaine extracted his fingers from Kurt’s contracting hole. Blaine broke his eye contact with Kurt and just stared at Kurt’s gaping hole, red and pulsating, begging for something to be put in it.

Blaine dropped to his knees, prying Kurt’s ass cheeks apart and teased his tongue around Kurt’s entrance. Kurt screamed in pleasure and Blaine pushed his tongue past the little ring of muscle and Kurt’s ass just enveloped Blaine’s tongue.

He wasn’t sure what had come over him, but he just, he had to taste Kurt. He poked his tongue in further and started fucking the whimpering boy above him with his tongue.

Kurt was humping back against him; incoherent obscenities flew from the boy’s mouth, until Blaine couldn’t take it any longer. He was painfully hard.

“Condom?” Blaine managed to ask as he pulled his tongue from being buried in Kurt’s ass.

“I-in my wallet. There’s one in my wallet,” Kurt panted. Blaine dug around in Kurt’s jeans, retrieving the little plastic wrapper. Blaine shot Kurt a hot look.

“You really are a little slut aren’t you?” Blaine’s tongue swiped over Kurt’s entrance and Kurt keened a high note that Blaine had never heard from a guy before, and Kurt almost sounded like a girl for a split-second, but the low, guttural growl that followed that piercing note was pure man.

“Oh god, only for you, Blaine. Only for you.”

“That’s right, because you’re mine.”

“Yours, yes yours. Uhhhngh Blaine,” Kurt whimpered, pressing his ass back against Blaine’s assaulting tongue. “Blaine, Blaine, Blaine, I need you, oh god, Blaine please.”

“You’re so fucking hot, Kurt,” Blaine bit out as he unwrapped the condom, slipping three fingers into Kurt’s ass while his other hand clumsily rolled the condom down his aching dick. “Do you have any idea how much willpower it’s taken me to not fuck you into the nearest hard surface?”

Kurt shook his head, his entire body shaking in anticipation.

“Please. Please Blaine. Fuck me. Please, oh god.” Kurt babbled. Blaine stood up, pressing his hips into Kurt’s ass, his dick sliding between Kurt’s butt cheeks. Both boys moaned at the contact, and after Blaine lined his dick up with Kurt’s hole, he met Kurt’s eyes in the mirror once again.

Blaine watched as pain mixed with mostly pleasure spread across Kurt’s face as Blaine’s dick pressed into him. Blaine stopped breathing for a moment, his dick sliding steadily into Kurt’s ass until he was buried in it, balls deep.

Kurt rolled his hips.

“Blaine,” he whimpered, “move. Please, fuck, just move. Fuck me.”

Blaine slid his hips back, until just the head of his cock was in Kurt and then slammed his hips forward, his dick hitting Kurt’s prostate on the way in.

Blaine started with a slow, steady pace that gradually built to a frenzied fuck as Blaine pounded into Kurt’s ass. Blaine gripped Kurt’s hips hard, knowing, and loving that he was going to leave dark purple bruises there that wouldn’t leave for weeks.

It wasn’t enough though. He needed more and he couldn’t get it right. He pulled his dick out of Kurt’s ass.

“What are you—,” Kurt started. Blaine grabbed Kurt’s hips and turned the boy and slammed him back into the wall. Blaine attacked Kurt’s mouth, and bent a little to get the right angle as he pressed his cock back into Kurt’s ass.

Kurt lifted his legs, wrapping them around Blaine’s torso as Blaine, hammered into him. Their mouths connected in a sloppy kiss that was more teeth and spit than anything else. Blaine smashed his hand between their writing bodies and grabbed Kurt’s dick with a vice-like grip, pumping the cock hard until Kurt threw his head back hard against the wall, his orgasm tore from him. Kurt wailed, his cum splattering all over both boys’ stomachs and his ass clenched down on Blaine’s tortured cock.

Blaine spun out of control, his hips snapped too hard into Kurt and his vision blacked out as he came deep in Kurt’s ass.

Kurt unwrapped his legs from Blaine’s waist and the boys kissed each other sweetly, their bodies shaking in the afterglow.

It took them several minutes to part, and several more to get cleaned up and pull their clothes back on as ever few seconds they would look up at each other and catch the other in a soft, sweet kiss.

Kurt was the first to finish dressing and he went to check his hair in the mirror.

“Blaine?” Kurt asked. Blaine hummed in response, redoing the buttons on his shirt. “What the hell is this?”

Blaine looked up and saw that the side of Kurt’s neck was adorned by the largest hickey Blaine had ever seen. It was a dark, angry, almost purple red.

“Just marking what’s mine,” Blaine smiled.

“You realize Wes is going to kill you for this. We have a concert on Thursday. There is no way this thing will be gone by Thursday.”

Blaine laughed.

“If I can handle you, I think I can handle Wes.” Blaine pulled Kurt over, kissing him passionately, but slowly. There was no rush this time and Kurt melted into the kiss. “I suppose I should get back to work now,” Blaine chuckled.

“Yeah, and I should go end my date. I wouldn’t want to cheat on my boyfriend.”

“You have a boyfriend?” Blaine asked mockingly. Kurt swatted Blaine’s arm and unlocked the bathroom door.

Blaine was promptly fired after he and Kurt exited the bathroom. Neither boy had done anything to mask their activities, but Blaine didn’t really care. There would be other jobs, but there would never be another Kurt.
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