Kurt and Blaine meet in their junior year at UCLA and realize that they share a kink as well as a dorm room.
Smut smut smut smut I think fandom needs some smut, don’t you?
Heed the warnings, please.
Warnings for: gender/sexuality stereotypes used in a role playing/sexual fashion, unsafe sex, slightly unbalanced but consensual power play that begins with some boundary pushing but edges into a more conventional relationship (don’t listen to Johnna because it’s all her fault anyway and no matter how kinky I make them they end up falling in love, damn soulmates).
See an adorable little social media image sequel here, written by luckyjak. <3
From the beginning, there’s just something about Blaine.
There shouldn’t be, at least not on the surface—he is more or less a carbon copy of last year’s roommate, with only a few key differences; he plays the cello, not the drums, and he’s actually attractive, if you’re into unruly curls and eyelashes that go on for days and hazel eyes so clear that you could probably do your hair in the reflection they provide. (Kurt could so potentially be into all of that, but bear with him for a minute.)
Otherwise Blaine is no different; he’s one of those perfectly average band dudes that Kurt has somehow managed to be shacked up with all throughout college. He shrugs and smiles and shoves his hands in his pockets more than he talks. He wears cargo shorts and baseball caps and doesn’t shower as often as Kurt might like. He leaves dirty clothes draped over the furniture and doesn’t seem to mind pizza boxes as decor notes. He has sex with the girls from the wind ensemble but never seems to want to date them.
It’s a liberal area and college, and they’re both in the music program; Kurt doesn’t expect homophobia to be an issue. All of his previous roommates have been straight, and he’d had the same conversation with them as he has with Blaine at the beginning of their junior year.