Klaine Oneshot - Freshman Fifteen - PG-13

A bit of a back-to-school fic! I wrote this in a few hours and it’s completely and entirely un-beta’d.

Summary: Kurt comes home from college a little more self-conscious than before. Slight body-issue fic for anyone who isn’t cool with that.

Kurt and Blaine can’t seem to keep their hands off one another the first time Kurt comes home from school. They spend his first night back in Lima tangled up in one another and clinging like it’s been more than a few weeks that they’d been apart. And for that weekend, gone far too quickly, Kurt feels like the most loved boy in the world, and Blaine just can’t stop smiling because Kurt is back Kurt is back and everything seems to be right in the world again.

The second time that Kurt returns from the city, it’s no different. Kurt throws himself at his boyfriend when they meet in the airport, holds his hand on the way home, engages in a mild game of footsie during the Hummel-Hudson family dinner that night, body thrumming with anticipation and excitement. Blaine can’t stop smiling, and Kurt is slightly overwhelmed by all the attention his loved ones give him, but it’s absolutely perfect.

They make it up to Kurt’s bedroom about a half an hour later, after all the dishes are done and Burt makes a gruff little announcement that he and Carole will be going to the movies tonight (Kurt doesn’t know whether to be appreciative or creeped out, but he really does have the best dad in the world). They wait until they hear the garage door shut and then Blaine’s scooping Kurt up in his arms and carrying him up the stairs. “Blaine!” Kurt squeals and struggles half-heartedly against his boyfriend’s hold.

Once they make it into the bedroom, Blaine kicks the door behind them before tossing Kurt onto his bed, made exactly how he’d left it before he’d ended up in New York City. “Hello to you too,” Kurt giggles, and Blaine crawls on top of him, eyes hungry. “Miss me?” he asks, quirking his head to the side on the mattress and winking.

“You don’t even know the half of it,” Blaine sighs. He doesn’t move in to kiss Kurt-not yet, just stares down and studies Kurt like he’s looking for something that’s changed in the familiar features of his boyfriend. Kurt wraps his arms around Blaine’s neck, playing with the hair that’s just starting to curl through all the gel at the back of Blaine’s head.

“I missed you too,” Kurt coos, and he can see it in Blaine’s eyes how much he’s been missed. It makes his heart ache in his chest, but the feeling doesn’t linger. It’s too soon to think about leaving again. Blaine kisses him, and it’s hard and desperate and exactly what Kurt’s been craving these past few weeks. Blaine tastes familiar and like home, and yeah, college is great, but it doesn’t seem like anything compared to the feel of Blaine’s body pressed up against his.

Everything seems to move so quickly after that initial kiss, and it’s not long before they’re both flushed and uncomfortable in their jeans. There’s a bit of struggling as the clothing comes off, and at one point, Blaine finds himself standing at the side of the bed and awkwardly working his way out of his jeans. In the time it takes the two of them to actually get naked (layers, damn it) Kurt has wormed his way under the covers, opening them to welcome Blaine. He enthusiastically obliges.

But the second he’s settled, pushing back some of the plush duvet to comfortably straddle Kurt’s hips and finally, finally latching his lips to the deliciously tempting skin of Kurt’s neck, the bedside lamp clicks off and the room goes dark.

Blaine freezes, confused, but Kurt’s hands are insistent, mapping out the muscles of Blaine’s back. “Kurt..?” he pulls away, eyes adjusting to the darkness.

Kurt doesn’t stop, not for a second. “Mm, want you,” he groans, a hand fisting in his hair and trying to pull him down for a kiss. Blaine wriggles out of Kurt’s embrace long enough to turn on the lamp, staring down at Kurt with a bewildered look on his face.

Kurt huffs, hand falling off of Blaine’s body with a ‘thump’ on the mattress. “Why’d you stop?” he whines, and he really is cute when he’s all insistent and bitchy like this, but Blaine wants answers.

“Why’d you shut off the lamp?”

Kurt makes an exasperated sound and rolls his eyes. “Does it matter?”

“Yeah!” Blaine sputters a little, because of course it matters. It’s been weeks since he’s seen Kurt, and now he doesn’t even get to see him? “You’ve never turned the lights off on me before, Kurt. I missed you! And you’re being unfair, not letting me look at you after so long.”

“Oh, so it’s not about if I’m comfortable, it’s all about you getting to look,” Kurt snaps and pushes Blaine off of him. Blaine goes willingly, moving to Kurt’s side and sitting up. He’s burned a little bit, and Kurt’s angry now, throwing the sheets off himself and sitting up like he’s going to leave Blaine alone and turned on and confused.

“Please don’t, Kurt,” Blaine says gently, reaching out. “Of course I want you to be comfortable. I’d never do anything unless you weren’t one-hundred percent okay  with it, you know that.”

Kurt stops and turns to face Blaine, pulling the covers a little tighter around his naked body. Blaine takes the opportunity to touch him, gently pushing back a hair that’s fallen out of place. “I’m confused, Kurt. That’s all. It’s like you don’t want me to see you or something.”

Kurt sighs, a tightness settling into his muscles. “It’s nothing…I’m not trying to hurt your feelings, Blaine,” he struggles for words, chewing on his bottom lip.

“It’s fine Kurt, don’t worry about hurting me! Just…let me in, sweetheart. Let me know what’s going on. Please,” Blaine replies, hand cupping the side of Kurt’s face tenderly.

He’s quiet for a moment, and when he speaks, it’s quiet. “I’ve changed since you’ve seen me last, Blaine,” Kurt’s cheeks flush in apparent embarrassment.

“What…what do you mean?” Blaine asks, tone cautious.

There’s a beat before Kurt inhales shakily. “….have you ever heard of the freshman fifteen?” Kurt asks, voice almost a whisper, and his eyes are shining now.

Blaine stops for a moment and then scoots forward, closer to his flustered boyfriend before pulling him hard into a kiss. Kurt squeaks in surprise, but gives in after a second, sliding their lips together a little tentatively. Blaine breaks away for a second, giggles, and dives right back in before Kurt can protest.

“It’s not funny!” Kurt protests, breaking the kiss.

“Kurt Hummel,” he smiles and persists, kissing down his neck, his collar bone, his shoulder. “You absolutely amaze me.” After a lingering final kiss to his Adam’s apple, Blaine looks Kurt in eye, fingers moving to run through his hair.

“I am always going to think you’re beautiful, Kurt. Freshman fifteen be damned, you are still the most stunning man I’ve ever met. And to be completely honest, I didn’t notice anything different when it comes to your weight. It doesn’t matter to me in the least, sweetheart,” Blaine speaks, and Kurt’s giving him this look like he’s gone absolutely insane, so he kisses him before he can say anything.

“I love you. I love all of you, Kurt,” and Blaine’s lips begin to wander, aching to kiss all of Kurt and assure him that there isn’t a part of him Blaine finds anything other than absolutely gorgeous.

And so he does just that.