Summary: Despite a 12 year age difference, neither Kurt nor Blaine can deny just how much they want each other. Blaine might only be 16, but he knows what he wants — and what he wants is for Kurt to push him just a little.
Notes: I love age!difference fic, I won’t lie. I had a hankering for something a bit edgier, and so here we are.
Warning: Blaine is 16 and Kurt is 28, and even though they have a safe word, this story definitely walks a light dub-con line considering his age. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me before readin
Big thanks to my beta Gingerandfair, who rescued my commas and periods from certain humiliation at my feeble hands, Thank you!
It’s been on AO3, but I’ve been told that AO3 is being blocked for some user at their campuses. Below is the story in entirety, should AO3 be cockblocking!
“I’m thinking I’ll apply to Tisch, Columbia and NYADA. At least one of them has to take me right?”
“Definitely.” Tina smiles at him, busy wiping foamed milk and coffee grounds off of the counter. “But you don’t have to decide now, you know? You’re just a junior.”
“Like you don’t already have plans, and you’re only a sophomore,” Blaine teases back, “Besides, it’s never too soon, I can’t wait to get out of here.”
“I know.” Her hand is kind of damp from the rag when she puts it on his arm, and he makes a face. The front bell tinkles. “Not it.” She laughs, flouncing away from the register. He sticks his tongue out at her retreating back and turns toward the register to greet their customer and almost falls over at the sight of the most gorgeous man he has ever seen. Blaine swallows. Feels his whole body, his skin and muscles and blood, suddenly prickle to attention.
He swallows again, takes a slow, calming breath, then plasters on a smile.
“Hi, welcome to the Lima Bean.”
Kurt smiles back automatically, charmed by the slick haired, bright eyed welcoming boy behind the counter.
“Just a Cafe Americano.” Kurt orders. He’s cute, he thinks.
Oh hell no, his brain kicks in not even a second later. Kurt stalls for a second, tries to keep his eyes from flickering over this boys exposed and youthfully muscled forearms. “And can I get some biscotti too?”
Blaine, his name tag reads. Wonderful name. Blaine has incredible skin, honey tan and smooth-
Stop it, he orders himself. He’s just a kid.
“Sure.” Blaine’s eyes are an unusual hazel, Kurt notices. He wonders if they are like his, temperamental and mutable. He’s trying not to notice too much, but he can’t help but see the blatant stare, the way this boy’s eyes are drinking him in. “Name?”
“Um,” Kurt resists the urge to shake his head in a sad attempt to clear it. A kid, a kid, a kid.
“Your name,” Blaine prompts with a small arched smile that’s sweet flirtation. He holds up a cup. “So we can call for you.”
“Oh yes.” He resists the urge to smile back. Blaine is plainly interested; it’s all over his hectic flushed cheeks and pink nibbled lip. “Kurt.”
“Hi Kurt.” Christ his voice, breathlessly saying his name, slides pleasure warm under Kurt’s skin.
God he needs to get out of here. “It’s nice to meet you.” Kurt tries to give him a passably neutral smile. He moves on towards the end counter without a backward glance.