“Violin was actually the only instrument that I received any formal training on, everything else I learned by myself.”
Darren is a 26 year old musician and Blaine is a 17 year old fanboy.
Warnings: age difference, virgin!Blaine.
I am an idiot, Blaine thinks as he stands outside the small club, clutching his wool dress coat around himself.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time. He’d known about the tour for months. He’d made plans with some nice sounding people that he’d found on the meet up forums—they hadn’t asked him too many questions about his age or his name, and that was enough to make him comfortable. It was just a car ride, right? Just a short three hour car ride, and it would be okay, and he had a cell phone and he had pepper spray.
whenever i use only one exclamation point i feel like a middle-aged dad who just discovered the internet!
(au in which blaine is twenty years older than kurt, but there’s no actual mentions of it in this one if age dif is not your thing and you want to read it as just pwp.)
Waking comes slowly; his brain getting quietly aware of something feeling pleasant. Kurt hums to himself, eyes blinking before he sighs and closes them again. The feeling comes again and Kurt furrows his brows, letting out a little happy-confused noise that quickly turns into a moan.
He turns to bury his face in the pillow and arches his back, just as he realizes exactly what is feeling so nice and he opens his eyes, looking over his shoulder where Blaine is smiling down at him.
“Morning, sleepy-head,” Blaine leans down to whisper in his ear, adding another finger next to the two first ones before pushing them inside Kurt.