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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Kurt_Hummel
  Character:
      Blaine_Anderson, Kurt_Hummel
  Additional Tags:
      Boypussy_Blaine, Age_Difference, Statutory_Rape
  Series:
      Part 4 of Liberty
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-23 Words: 4001
****** Wingman ******
by gigi42
Summary
     In the fourth installment in the Liberty verse, a very tipsy twenty
     two year old Kurt meets a boy with an awful fake I.D.
Notes
     Although this is the fourth installment it can be read on its own.
     It’s set in the Autumn before Patriarch.
     Chaperone - Summer
     Caretaker - Summer
     Patriarch - the preceding Spring
     Wingman - the preceding Winter
                                                                               
                 
[Cover art]
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“Fine! See if I care!”
Kurt tossed his head haughtily, but waited for a moment to see if the
lightweight he’d been kissing up against the wall thirty seconds earlier was
actually leaving. He watched from the corner of his eye as said lightweight’s
friends shoved him in their car. Kurt’s hopes sank when the engine roared to
life. His head thunked hollowly on the brick wall behind him. He inhaled the
crisp night air and weighed up whether he’d bother to go back inside.
The shrouded thumping of the bass from the club around the corner became louder
as Kurt headed towards it from the carpark. He steadied himself with one hand
on the wall while he reset his facade back to cavalier. Couldn’t have Smythe
knowing he’d struck out. That stuck-up brat had been showing off all night with
the nameless and faceless. Getting handsy on the dance floor. Grinding in the
corner. Guys just couldn’t get enough him. Well, guys that weren’t Kurt.
Kurt would never lower his standards to let Sebastian Smythe put his hands on
him. No matter how chiselled his jaw line was or how his smirk made Kurt’s toes
curl. Clearly Smythe was insane. He’d worn a sports jersey, of all things, to
Scandals. Well, the jocks could have him. Kurt had already reeled in one
stylish cutie to kiss this evening; there were plenty more sexy fish in the
club. Wait. Where do sexy fish live? Kurt blinked heavily, his fingertips
pressing against the rough brick. Apparently the duo of mango margaritas he’d
downed earlier were screwing with his idioms. Kurt giggled. At least he was
screwing something. 
“Aw, come on…..” A boyish whine caught Kurt’s attention. “You haveto let me
in.” 
He peeked around the corner to see exactly who the bouncer had declined. The
club was not picky about who graced their door. They had a reputation for
barely checking even the worst of fake I.D.s. 
“Sorry, kid.” 
The doorman held out a card to a short, well groomed boy in tight blue jeans.
His black hair was slicked back with gel, but Kurt wasn’t going to hold that
against him. Not after he got a glimpse of the largest, cutest puppy dog eyes
he could ever have imagined.
“But.. But it’s my birthday…” 
Kurt’s entire body gravitated around the corner of its own accord. He stood
there dumbly, wanting to say something but his tongue was too thick in his
mouth. 
“Congratulations. But it doesn’t change the fact that you can’t come in here.”
The bouncer tried unsuccessfully to hand back the I.D. again. 
“Please, mister?” 
“Look, I can’t let you in unless someone can vouch for you...” 
The boy looked skyward in frustration and, for a second Kurt thought he might
actually cry. Instead the young man glanced around him in desperation, looking
for someone who could get him what he wanted. Suddenly Kurt found himself
staring into huge hopeful hazel eyes. He blinked. The boy’s eyebrows rose
expectantly but he said nothing, letting Kurt decide if he would help him or
not. 
“There you are!” Kurt exclaimed, throwing his hands up. “I’ve been looking for
you forever!” 
“You know this kid, Hummel?” 
“Do I know him? Of c-course I do! This is...is...um… He’s...from school. This
is...” 
“Chaz,” the boy said, holding out his hand to shake the bouncer’s. “Chaz
Donaldsworth.” 
“Yes! This- This is Chaz!” Kurt agreed, slinging his arm around the boy’s
shoulders. 
The bouncer squinted at them suspiciously and then at the I.D still in his
hand. “Fine,” he said with a roll of his eyes, handing back the card to the
grinning kid. “Happy birthday...Chaz.” 
Eager to get inside, Kurt urged his new friend towards the door, giggling when
the boy still tucked under his arm called out a hearty ‘thank you’ to the
bouncer. Kurt pushed through the swing doors of the club, letting the wave of
warm, musty air hit them both before nudging his newfound friend. 
“Chaz is an awfulname,” he declared. 
“It’s also not my real name.” The boy’s eyes sparkled as he grinned. “Blaine.
Blaine Anderson.” He held out his hand to shake. 
Kurt bit back a laugh and daintily shook it. “Is it even your birthday? Or was
that also a lie?” 
“Oh no,” he said sincerely. “It is definitely my birthday!” 
“Well we need to celebrate then! Drinks are on me,” Kurt said with a chuckle.
“What's your poison?  Daiquiri, margarita, shots?” 
Blaine’s face went blank. “Uh, margarita?” 
“‘Kay. Wait here.” 
Kurt elbowed his way to the bar, tapping on it once to get the bartender’s
attention.  He looked back over his shoulder to make sure Blaine was still
there and smiled encouragingly. 
“Hey Frankie, two more mango margaritas, por favor.” 
“Crap Kurt. Are you kidding? You trying to get me shut down?” Frankie, the
bartender, nodded towards the kid that Kurt had left alone. 
“He's okay, I promise. It's his birthday.” 
Frankie sized Kurt up and drew a breath through his teeth. “I gotta tell ya, if
anything happens it's on you.” 
“Yeah but nothing will.” Kurt made a show of batting his eyelashes. 
“Hey, I could make these virgins you know.” 
“No, no, no, no, no,” Kurt protested. “Please,” he begged. “I’ll take care of
him. Cross my heart...” 
Frankie looked at Blaine again and relented. “He iscute.” 
Kurt twisted to look over his shoulder and sighed dreamily. “The cutest,” he
agreed. 
“We’re outta mango. How do you feel about pomegranate?” 
“Oooh.  Sounds delicious!” 
Moments later Frankie handed over two salted glasses. “My advice?  Make sure
he’s legal.” 
Kurt’s head whipped back to look at the bartender in feigned shock. “Oh my God!
I'm buying him a drink, not for the night.” 
The bartender looked at him knowingly. “I’d believe you, except we all know
exactly how this is gonna play out,” he said with a chuckle. “You’ll sashay
over there with drinks, there’ll be flirting, more drinks, there’ll be dancing
which will evolve into an adults only floor show for the benefit of Sebastian.
 The only question is: how long will it take for you to fold, take him outside,
and get in his pants?” 
Kurt was stunned. “Hah!” He started expecting a snarky retort to come to him
immediately, except this time he was at a loss for words. Apparently his so
called ‘floor show’ had become bona fide thing in his efforts to show up
Smythe. Oops. At least he had the decency to get them off the dance floor
before getting into their pants. Unlike Smythe, he had someclass. 
He pushed his money across the bar and spun away with drinks in hand, flouncing
away. If it was a floor show that they were all expecting then he’d make sure
it would be one to remember. He ignored the eyes following him and focussed on
finding Blaine. He frowned at the newly formed crowd of milling half-soused
frat boys that stood between them. Kurt elbowed his way into the throng, and
suddenly there was Blaine, his face blooming with the sweetest smile at the
sight of Kurt as if the rest of the room didn’t exist. Kurt knew then that both
he and Frankie had been right; tonight’s floor show would be indeed be R rated,
and Kurt would definitely take care of this fabulously fuckable boy. 
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“God, your lips are delicious,” Kurt murmured in between kisses, his body
pressing Blaine’s smaller frame against the front door of his childhood home. 
“Your lips are, are uh, really uh...pink?” Blaine mumbled once Kurt pulled back
to find the keys in his jacket. They both burst into laughter and leaned into
each other, giggling. 
“Shhh. Shhh,” Kurt said, holding his finger up to his lips until he went
slightly cross-eyed. “The neighbors.” Blaine sucked his lips in, his eyes
widening in fake horror. Kurt giggled again and fumbled with his key ring.
“Fuck!” He swore as the keys clattered to the ground. 
Blaine licked his lips, his hooded eyes dark as he whispered, “Say it again.” 
Kurt huffed and reached down for his keys. He found the one he was looking for
and reached past Blaine to slot it into the lock. Kurt crowded the handsome boy
against the door, dropping his gaze to the Blaine’s lips. “Fuck,” he said
quietly. Blaine’s chest heaved. He reached up and dragged Kurt into a soft
kiss, their tongues languid. When they parted Kurt teased him again,
enunciating clearly. “Fuck.” He moaned as their lips met again, Blaine kissing
him more forcefully this time. Another rush of blood thumped through his heart
and sped towards his already swollen cock. He needed to get inside. 
Blaine’s swift hands were cupping him, rubbing him through his skin tight
jeans. Kurt rolled his hips into the eager hands pawing at him. “O-oh God,”
Kurt stuttered as Blaine continued to rub, trying jerk him off through the
denim. “Fuck…yeah.” Kurt humped against the touch, his mouth dragging along the
boy’s jaw. His eyelids kept fluttering closed; he couldn’t keep them open as
desire rippled through him. Kurt’s fingers clutched at Blaine’s collar, his
nails scraping against the back of his neck. His other hand dropped from the
key still stuck in the lock. He needed to get inside. But he wanted this too. 
Kurt wrapped his arms around his date’s thighs, lifting him off the ground. He
kissed Blaine then, wanton, hungry; pinning the boy to the door and rutting his
cock along the deliciously unforgiving seams of their jeans. Blaine’s hands
were in his hair, tugging it, making a mess as they kissed but Kurt didn’t
care. He was in a daze. He wanted to come. His grip tightened, his hips
churned, making the door rattle in its frame. The dog next door started to bark
and a light quickly illuminated the porch. Kurt’s hips stilled as he caught his
breath, chin tucked against Blaine. “Fuck,” he sighed in resignation. He
twisted the key in the lock and carried him inside, setting the boy down in the
hall. 
The front door was still in his hand, but Kurt caught Blaine’s mouth in a
sweeping kiss which elicited a squeak of surprise. Kurt pulled away to close
and lock the door. “Are we alone?” Blaine asked, his neck craning to see up the
dark stairs. 
Kurt put his back to the cool door. He drew a deep controlled breath. “Yes. Is
that okay?” 
Blaine turned in a slow circle, taking in his surroundings. He huffed and
dropped his head, seemingly smiling to himself. “Yeah.” He glanced up at Kurt,
still waiting at the door. Blaine stepped closer to him, his warm hands fanned
out across Kurt’s chest, feeling the strength there. “This is…” He nudged
closer, pressing their bodies together. “...more than okay.” He rose on his
tiptoes, lips already parting. Kurt’s arms settled around the boy’s shoulders
as their tongues shifted over and around each other like silk. 
They barely left one another’s side when they climbed the stairs, not ready to
let each other go. Every two or three steps was rewarded with another kiss,
some brief but others an endless dream of tongues and tangled hands. 
In Kurt’s room, his clothes fell away with Blaine following their path with his
lips, practically kissing every inch of bare skin that he could. He tugged
Kurt’s briefs down to his thick thighs, touching his overheated cock with
tentative hands. Kurt was ready to pull the underwear all the way off himself
but was intrigued when Blaine guided him backwards to take a seat at his
dressing table’s bench. When the boy quickly sank to his knees and removed the
briefs, Kurt’s hands found the back edge of the seat in anticipation. He held
on for dear life. 
Warm hands slid upwards along Kurt’s thighs, with Blaine’s nose nuzzling its
own unhurried path to his impatient cock. Kurt’s eyes slid closed once more as
soft lips swept over his aching head, soothing it with a swirling tongue. He
was enveloped by soft suction, Blaine pulling him in deeper, sucking him
eagerly. Kurt moaned at the sensation of hands on him as he was pulled from the
boy’s mouth; his swollen cock was slapped against a fat tongue. “Fu-ck,” he
gasped. His fingers dug into the underside of the bench seat, willing himself
to keep it together. Blaine swallowed down him again and Kurt’s back arched. He
groaned with satisfaction as the sequence was repeated again and again. Kurt
gently thrust in time with Blaine’s willing mouth; the boy letting him in
deeper and deeper every time. “Fuck.” He was so close. He felt Blaine’s throat
resist. “Oh! Fu-ck.” He dragged in a ragged breath while Blaine drew breath in
through his nose and let himself gag. Kurt’s vision grew dark, his eyelashes
fluttered. He gasped again, and pushed Blaine away by the shoulders. “Oh my
God,” he breathed out quickly, watching confusion flicker across the boy’s
face. “You’re gonna make me come.” 
Blaine sat back on his haunches, looking pleased with himself. “That’s what I
was hoping for,” he said with a sly grin. 
Kurt smiled softly. “Come here.” He held out a hand to help the boy off the
floor, tugging him closer to loosen his belt. 
“You’re in a rush.” Blaine chuckled, taking half a step back. He unbuttoned his
red polo shirt and pulled it over his head. 
“You’re driving me crazy.” 
Blaine ducked his head demurely as he unbuckled his belt. “Have you got uh,
lube?” 
“Oh. Yeah, sure.” Kurt twisted to look for one of the small packets he had left
on the dressing room table earlier. “A ha.” He scooped it up happily and turned
back for the rest of the strip show he was missing. “Oof!” Suddenly Kurt had a
lap full of almost nude boy; Blaine was straddling him dressed only in baggy
tighty whities and socks. 
Blaine smiled bashfully, his face flushed. “Sorry. You’re kinda hard to
resist.” He kissed Kurt slow and sure, the condom wrapper clutched in his hand
crinkling. He pulled away and wiggled in Kurt’s lap. “Speaking of hard…” 
Kurt bit his lip and shifted his shaft, guiding it between Blaine’s stretch
cotton clad cheeks. They rocked together for a moment until Kurt figured he
should reciprocate in some way before he was going to lose himself in fucking
this guy. He wasn’t oblivious to the fact that Blaine wasn’t hard. However, he
wasn’t about to take it personally. It could be any number of things; maybe it
took a lot to get him there, maybe this was too vanilla, maybe he had some
sought of erectile issue or maybe he was just really small. None of it fazed
Kurt. He just wanted to make sure they both had a good time. 
His hand left his cock, smoothing over Blaine’s tan skin, coming to rest at his
hip. He pecked a kiss to the boy’s lips. “Your turn,” he said huskily, trying
his best to be sexy. His hand slipped under the ill-fitting elasticated
waistband, thumbing at a hipbone while he kissed along his jaw. Just as he was
about to make his move, Blaine abruptly hugged him tightly, forcing Kurt’s hand
to slip around to his backside. 
“No. It’s- It’s okay. I- I don’t want... That,” Blaine admitted shakily,
breathing heavily against Kurt’s ear. 
Kurt nodded minutely. “Okay. Um… What do you want?” 
Blaine leaned back. He looked up through his lashes, barely making eye contact.
“You.” He cupped Kurt’s face and kissed him sweetly. “I want uh….” He took a
deep breath. “Use your fingers on me.” His cheeks reddened. “I- I want you...
Inside.” He looked at Kurt once more. “Is that okay?” 
Kurt sighed with relief because that was exactly the answer he had hoped for.
He thought of what Blaine had said earlier and repeated it back to him. “That
is more than okay.” He confirmed it with a kiss. “I can’t wait to fuck you,” he
said with a confessional chuckle. 
“God,” Blaine gulped. “Say thatagain.” 
Kurt’s cock throbbed at the thought of how Blaine would react if he could keep
up the dirty talk somehow. He’d never been good at it; too self-conscious of
how he sounded. But Blaine was looking at him with such fervor that it made
Kurt want to try. Besides, all Kurt had to say in this case was the absolute
truth. “OhmiGod, I can’t wait to fuck you,” he blurted out. Blaine’s mouth was
on his before he had time to take a breath, the boy grinding on him as Kurt’s
cock poked at the fabric that had bunched along his crack. The hand inside
Blaine’s underwear grabbed at his bare ass, relishing the voluptuous heft of
each cheek. 
Blaine’s kisses were interspersed with soft needy sounds as Kurt’s fingers slid
down between his cheeks. Kurt’s fingertips rubbed over his soft, warm puckered
entrance. “Ohh,” Kurt sighed. “I can’t wait to fuck you,” he groaned, his
fingers circling and teasing Blaine’s asshole. The boy shuddered with delight.
He licked into Kurt’s mouth and pressed down against the touch. Kurt’s pointer
finger slid in easily. Blaine hesitated for a half second but pushed back to
feel more. He fucked himself on it for a few moments, his heading falling back
as his hips rolled. Kurt busied himself with sucking kisses along the hollow of
Blaine’s collarbone. He readied his middle finger, slowly slipping it in inside
to see if Blaine could take them both unaided. Again, the boy paused. Kurt
could feel the warm walls of him flexing. He gently pumped and stretched his
fingers, waiting for Blaine to adjust but when his date made no other movement,
Kurt knew it was time for lube. 
With clumsy hands, the packet was ripped open. Slippery lube coated Kurt’s
fingers and he delved once more down the back of Blaine’s briefs. He started
with two this time and Blaine gasped but rolled himself down on them, relishing
the feeling. They worked together, grinding and pumping, losing themselves in
kissing until Kurt was satisfied with the stretch. 
“I’m gonna need that,” he whispered, nodding towards the condom that Blaine was
still clutching. “Swap?” Kurt held up the wrecked packet of lube, amused when
Blaine broke into a coquettish giggle. 
The wrapper crinkled as it was torn and discarded to the floor. Kurt took
calming breaths and rolled the condom on. “Fuck,” he gasped. He felt like he
hadn’t been touched for an age. He stroked himself. His eyes falling closed as
Blaine’s forehead came to rest against his. He reached for the lube and
squished the rest of it into his hand before coating his shaft with it. He
pulled the loose underwear aside and steadied himself. Kurt rubbed against
Blaine’s slippery flared entrance, the head sinking in easily. 
“Oh God,” Blaine murmured between choppy breaths. 
Kurt grunted as he eased inside. He tried to be gentle whilst Blaine’s body
contracted and tightened against him. 
“Yeah,” Blaine groaned, his hips beginning to roll. 
“Fuck,” Kurt agreed, letting Blaine drive down, swallowing his cock in one
swoop. 
“Oh.” Blaine squirmed in his lap, feeling it all inside him. “God,” he mumbled.
Kurt used his hands to lift Blaine’s ass up and guided him back down. “Oh my
God.” Kurt did it again, lifting him and letting him drop. “Fuck,” Blaine
gasped. They built up a relaxed rhythm, both determined to feel every inch the
other could give. Blaine’s short fingernails scrabbled at Kurt’s shoulders as
he began to bounce. A hand found purchase in Kurt’s hair and gripped there,
tugging and pulling. Their mouths met in a messy kiss with tongue and teeth.
They gave up, content just to share breath together for a moment.  Blaine held
Kurt close, their bodies moving in concert. When Blaine began to tire, Kurt
held them together as they sank to the floor. 
Kurt stretched out over Blaine, kissing his face tenderly while he
redistributed his weight on his forearms. “Is this okay?” 
“I think you know the answer to that,” Blaine whispered. His hands smoothed
along Kurt’s sides in encouragement. “Fuck me,” he requested. His eyes lit up
as Kurt began to thrust in. “Mmmm.” Blaine’s eyes slipped closed and he smiled
into another kiss. 
The carpet burned against Kurt’s knees but he ignored it, focusing on driving
himself deeper and deeper into Blaine’s gorgeous ass. His toes curled until his
foot cramped but still he ignored it, distracting himself with the push and
pull of their bodies, his cock pounding him to heaven. He was dizzy from the
effort, overwhelmed with pleasure. Blaine’s soft noises spurred him on. He was
floating, diving, falling. “Uh,” he cried out. His body seized up, hips
jerking. “Uhh!” Pinwheels of pleasure ricocheted through him as he fell over
the edge. He held Blaine tight, pumping himself to exhaustion, slip sliding in
the condom. 
Kurt heaved in deep breaths, his hair damp along his forehead and cheeks
flushed from exertion. He pressed idle kisses to Blaine’s cheek until he found
lips. “Amazing,” he sighed in between soft kisses 
“Yeah,” Blaine agreed, grinning lazily as he stroked along Kurt’s spine.
“Perfect.” 
Kurt smoothed down a few strands of hair that had broken free from Blaine’s
gel. “You need anything…?” 
Blaine shook his head and said softly, “Just this.” He pursed his lips a moment
and smiled. “You.” 
“Me?” Kurt said with a chuckle. His eyes grew heavier. He could sleep like
this. “Mmm, sounds nice.” 
He shifted his hips and frowned at the wetness. “Must’ve used too much lube,”
he mumbled. “Better get this off.” He moved to hold the condom on as he
withdrew. He sat back while Blaine quickly pulled himself to sit up, grimacing
as he did. “Back in a sec.” Kurt headed for the bathroom, tidied himself up and
flushed. 
By the time he got back, Blaine was already zipping up his jeans and searching
for his shirt. Kurt frowned. “Hey, you can stay if you want,” he said, already
heading for the bed and pulling back the covers. Blaine hesitated but pulled
his polo shirt over his head. 
“Thanks but….I can’t.” 
“Oh.” Disappointed, Kurt climbed into bed. 
“I kinda snuck out?” Blaine admitted all the while tucking his shirt in. 
“Oh shit,” Kurt said, laughing. “Wait… How old did you say you were?” He cocked
his head, trying to remember if they’d even had that conversation. 
Blaine stood there, hand on hip and grinned. “Old enough.” He walked over and
pecked a kiss to Kurt’s lips. “I really enjoyed myself tonight,” he confessed.
Kurt pulled him back down to kiss him again. 
“Me too. Sure I can’t persuade you to stay?” 
“Uber’s on its way.” 
Kurt made a face. “I’m not above begging,” he said with a chuckle. Blaine
giggled and sat down on the bed shaking his head. “Okay, fine. How do you feel
about cuddling while waiting for your ride?” 
Blaine glanced down as he pulled his phone from a pocket. “Uh, wish I could.
They’re like, two minutes away.” 
“Hah! Two minutes is plenty!” Kurt exclaimed. He grabbed Blaine and rolled him
over, kissing him even as he squeaked in half-hearted protest. “Do you know
what I can do in two minutes?” 
“Find my shoes?” Blaine asked in a contented daze. 
“I never thought I’d say this in my whole life but… Fuck the shoes!” Kurt
insisted, diving in for another kiss. Blaine’s arms wrapped around Kurt’s
shoulders as their tongues met. 
“Fine,” Blaine gasped for breath. “Fuck the shoes.” His socked feet wiggled
with glee. 
“Also, happy birthday, by the way.” 
Blaine grinned and wriggled happily in Kurt’s arms. “Thank you, but more
kissing and less talking please.” 
Kurt rolled his eyes in mock exasperation. “Fine,” he muttered playfully as
their lips met.
 
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