Try Me On (Hold the Line Verse)
Characters: Kurt/Blaine, with a side order of Elliott and Santana
Summary: Two OSU boys, one last night before they leave for their second stage in college—NYC. Add one squad leader that has been on the edge of Kurt’s fantasies for two seasons.
On the field, he’s Starchild. Off the field, he’s simply Elliott.
On the dance floor? He’s a player in what might become the hottest night of Kurt and Blaine’s life.
Author’s Notes: This started as a reaction fic to 516? 5xx whatever that ended with Pumpin’ Blood. (Bad fan, I know.) And it stalled bc some other writing things popped up. You know, book things. So, there’s a little of that epi in here.
You do NOT need to have read Hold the Line to enjoy this. Quick summary? Kurt, Blaine—star trumpet players in high school. When we meet them here, they’ve been at Ohio State University and marching with their band for two years.
Thanks to buckeyegrrl for the quick read-through, as always.
Also can be read at: ao3 or s&c
"Go on. You know you want to." Blaine takes a step closer to Kurt and walks his fingers around his waist to pull him back even tighter. "You’ve been watching him all night."
The heat is sharp in the middle of the dance floor, strobe and multi-colored lights flashing off of Kurt’s faces, illuminating his clothes with a confetti of colors. Hot, beautiful bodies writhe around them, touch them. The beat of the driving bass gives rhythm as Blaine grinds his crotch to Kurt’s ass.
"I have—" Kurt’s breath stutters as Blaine swirls his hips in even closer. "I have not."
"You have. It’s hot." Blaine runs his tongue along the shell of Kurt’s ear and whispers, "He’s hot,” and slips his thumb into Kurt’s waistband, his hips not losing a beat against Kurt’s ass. “You’ve been curious since the day you met him.”