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30 December 2011 @ 11:00 pm
Back Massages, The Bachelorette & Polo  
Title: Back Massages, The Bachelorette & Polo
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,824
Summary: Blaine is sore after falling during  polo practice

Author's Notes: So, this is supposed to be chapter 10 or 11 or something in my Klaine Meanderings, (I tend to write things out of order), but it has been sitting around a month now and I haven't even attempted to get going on Chapter 8 or 9 of the little grouping of drabbles that follow the Glee storyline and I kind of want this to see the light of day.. so... here it is. I'll stick it in the story if I ever do get the chapters leading up written.

“Thank you very much for dinner, Carole,” said Blaine as the woman took his empty plate from him. She smiled brightly in response. “It is really kind of you to have me,” he added, looking across the table at Burt.

“No problem, kid,” grunted Burt in response, his face solemn, but his eyes twinkling.

“Yeah, thanks mom,” piped in Finn, before pushing his chair back from the table to head upstairs to his room.

“The Bachelorette will be on soon,” said Kurt, grabbing Blaine’s hand and making to leave the table.

“I’ll just use the bathroom first,” laughed Blaine as he allowed Kurt to enthusiastically pull him from his chair.

Kurt nodded and before sashaying away into the living room to turn on the television.

When Blaine stepped into the living room a few minutes later, Kurt was curled up on the couch with a blanket, all set to cuddle. Blaine noticed Burt was sitting in his overstuffed arm chair in the opposite corner of the room reading the newspaper.

“Don’t worry,” spoke Kurt, smiling happily at Blaine when he saw him standing at the edge of the room. “You haven’t missed anything. This is just the commercial break between shows.”

Patting the spot next to him on the couch, Kurt grinned at Blaine and shifted the blankets to invite him to crawl under them with him. Burt didn’t move, but Blaine caught him raise an eyebrow as he watched Blaine from above his newspaper. After warily eyeing Burt, Blaine glanced back to Kurt who just smiled expectantly at Blaine. With a nervous exhale, Blaine moved toward the couch Kurt was sitting on.

“Oh, Blaine,” exclaimed Kurt, suddenly. “Are you hurt?”

“What?” stammered Blaine, caught off guard as he was still worrying over Burt’s opinion of him cuddling with his son on the couch.

“You’re walking funny,” replied Kurt, sitting up straight from his lounging position.

“Oh,” chuckled Blaine lightly. “Maestro and I weren’t really on the same page at practise this morning.”

“His horse,” offered Kurt, noticing his father’s curious eyes peeking over the top of his newspaper.

“I play polo,” clarified Blaine, knowing that Kurt’s explanation had probably only served to further confuse.

Burt remained silent, but his little nod and the way he moved his face as he glanced back down at his newspaper made him seem impressed.

“We were doing some drills and he went one way and I kind of went the other and then gravity took over,” continued Blaine, approaching Kurt. “Didn’t get hurt or anything, but all my muscles sure feel stiff tonight.”

To add emphasis to his last statement, Blaine attempted to roll his shoulders and grimaced. Kurt picked up one of the couch cushions and threw it on the floor at his feet.

“Sit,” he said, motioning to the cushion.

Blaine looked between it and Kurt questioningly.

“I give the best back rubs,” explained Kurt. “So, sit.”

“Um,” responded Blaine, glancing over at Burt who was still reading the paper.

It was bad enough that Kurt wanted him to cuddle with him on the couch in front of Burt, now he was going to give him a back massage.

“That’s okay, Kurt,” said Blaine. “Thank you for the offer.”

Kurt let out a puff of air in indignation.

“Blaine,” sighed Kurt. “You are going to make us miss the beginning of the Bachelorette. Stop being such a wuss and sit.”

Blaine glanced over at Burt again, catching his eyes. Burt raised his eyebrows daringly as if to ask, ‘watch ya gonna do, kid?’ The expression on the older man’s face was a mixture of amusement and something a little more dangerous. With a little sigh, Blaine stiffly stepped toward the couch cushion at Kurt’s feet and sat down on it.

“Good, now take off your shirt.”

“Wait, what?” stammered Blaine, turning to look back at Kurt; the movement causing him to wince.

Seeing this, Kurt clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shook his head.

“Oh, come on, Blaine,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I know you have a t-shirt on under that button-up. Just take the shirt off so that it’ll be easier for me to rub your shoulders.”

The music for the Bachelorette began to play on the screen, so Blaine stopped arguing and began to unbutton his green and white plaid shirt. He set it down on the floor beside him. There was a little bit of rustling on the couch behind him as Kurt pushed the blanket off and set his feet down on the floor on either side of Blaine. Then his hands were on Blaine’s stiff shoulders.

It only took a few moments for Blaine to realize that there was absolutely no way he was going to get anything out of this episode of the Bachelorette. Kurt was definitely right when he said he gave the best back rubs. As the older boy’s hands worked over the aching muscles in Blaine’s shoulders and moved down over the tops of his arms and his back, Blaine found himself actually having to suppress a moan or two.

“How’s that feel?” asked Kurt, leaning forward and speaking softly.

Blaine couldn’t believe it was already the commercial break again. Not trusting his voice, he just nodded enthusiastically. Kurt leaned forward a bit further to kiss Blaine softly on the cheek causing Blaine’s heart to skip a beat. Settling back on the couch, Kurt continued massaging Blaine’s shoulders and back.

Yes, the Bachelorette was definitely a write-off that night for Blaine; it was hard to watch the television when his eyes were rolling back in his head. Blaine didn’t mind in the least, however. He was too busy in Kurt-induced-euphoria. He had to keep reminding himself that Burt was in the same room as them.

Burt had been reading the newspaper, but it was becoming obvious that it was just a front so that he could watch the Bachelorette with the boys without admitting to liking the show. Initially, Blaine had thought it was so he could intimidate him and make him feel uncomfortable the entire time. That was probably just an added bonus for Burt. As the man got more and more wrapped up in the show, his newspaper slipped down onto his lap and his glances over at Blaine had spaced out and, at some point, had completely stopped.

Kurt’s hands would slow down and momentarily stop moving every so often as he got wrapped up in the show, but they were always present. It was so nice to be able to be touched by Kurt for such a long period of time. Then, when commercial breaks would come back on or some boring commentary would start up on the show, Kurt would realize he had stopped rubbing Blaine and his hands would be in motion again. Blaine was leaning forward so that Kurt could reach further down his back.

Blaine shuddered with pleasure when Kurt moved back up to his shoulders only to work his way down the top of his chest. His long fingers pressing into the top of Blaine’s sore pectoral muscles and dragging back up over his collar bone to push down into his Trapezius. At that point Blaine couldn’t even help it; a low moan began to grow in the back of his throat as he leaned back into Kurt’s touch. It was a quiet enough noise that it didn’t make it to Burt’s ears, but Kurt had heard it and giggled softly before doing the motion with his hands a few more times. Each time, Blaine let out the same noise and each time Kurt grinned a little wider.

The show’s credits began to roll across the screen, breaking the two boys from their moment. Burt shuffled in his chair a little to make sure he was holding up his newspaper as if he had been reading it the whole time (not watching the show). Kurt rolled his eyes.

Blaine was suddenly frighteningly aware that the hour-long back rub had done more to him than just a fantastic job of loosening his muscles. Shifting uncomfortably to try to adjust himself without bringing attention to his... problem, Blaine quickly grabbed his shirt that was lying beside him. Clutching the shirt to his abdomen so it would hopefully be able to cover the pressure in his jeans without looking too obvious, he rose to stand and cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Well,” he croaked. “That was really great. Thanks for having me over, Kurt.”

“You’re welcome, Blaine,” Kurt replied slowly, a little confused at his sudden movement.

“I better be going, then,” said Blaine. “Thanks again, Mr. Hummel.”

Burt set down his newspaper and gave Blaine a funny look before nodding.

“Always a pleasure, Blaine,” he replied in a gruff voice.

With that, Blaine turned on his heel and headed toward the door. Kurt looked confused but stood to follow. Blaine was already pulling on his light summer jacket and stepping into his loafers when Kurt reached the door.

“Thanks for coming, Blaine,” spoke Kurt, giving him a soft smile.

“I love spending time with you,” replied Blaine a little breathlessly. “You’re right, you do give the best back rubs, thank you,” he added, quickly.

“I’m glad I wasn’t there to see you fall off your horse,” said Kurt. “I would have freaked out. I hope you feel better in the morning. Take some ibuprofen before you go to bed so you don’t wake up all stiff.”

Blaine pressed his lips together tightly, glad that his coat was long enough to cover his current stiffness.

“Good night, Kurt,” said Blaine, leaning forward to give his boyfriend a quick peck on the lips.

“Good night, Blaine,” replied Kurt after the kiss.

Blaine quickly stepped outside and made his way to his car. The headlights flickered on for a millisecond when he hit the ‘unlock’ button on his keychain. He turned to wave to Kurt before getting into his car. Kurt waved back and then shut the front door.

“That was kind of abrupt,” wondered Kurt out loud as he made his way back into the living room.

Burt chuckled.

“What?” asked Kurt, looking over at him questioningly.

“Probably so that he could leave before anyone noticed just how much he had enjoyed that back rub,” replied Burt under his breath.

Kurt had to strain to hear his dad's words having been mumbled so quietly but he got the jyst of it. He mulled the statement over in his mind for a few moments before it clicked into place.

“Oh g*d,” exclaimed Kurt, his cheeks flushing red.

Burt’s chuckles grew into outright laughter at Kurt’s embarrassment.

“Like that newspaper charade is fooling anyone Dad,” grumbled Kurt, trying to take some of the discomfiture off of himself. He quickly fixed the couch cushions before storming out of the room and up the stairs to his bedroom.

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asweetmoonbeamasweetmoonbeam on August 8th, 2012 11:03 pm (UTC)
my gosh, this is SO adorable
Samdareu2beme on August 8th, 2012 11:04 pm (UTC)
awww thank you!