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A new snap arrives from Adam, and Kurt opens it immediately, finding a picture of his ex’s gorgeous dick filling his screen and causing his own dick to twitch with interest once again. He bites down on his lower lip as he looks at the picture, hesitantly bringing a hand down to his dick to stroke.

Maybe he can still do this. He’ll forget about the momentary blip and focus on Adam and what they were just doing. He strokes his cock a little faster, feeling it harden quickly in his grasp.

Another snap from Adam arrives, and Kurt opens it, groaning when he sees yet another shot of Adam’s cock, pre-come beading at the head of his cock.

Across the bottom of the snap, though, is the message you still there?

Kurt whispers, “Fuck,” again, then swipes to respond (and dammit, why doesn’t he always do that, why would he ever leave the app when he’s sexting somebody), holding up his erection in such a way as to mask the fact that it was still trying to recover from Kurt’s horrific finger slip.

He thinks it looks okay, so he sends it, continuing to stroke his dick as he thinks about Adam doing the same thing just one floor down.

He groans a little, rubbing his thumb over the head of his cock, then almost drops his phone.

Because he just got a snap from Blaine Anderson.

“Shit,” he says, swallowing thickly.

He shouldn’t open it. He should wait. He doesn’t need to see Blaine’s disgusted face and the text “Kurt, are you serious?” or “What the heck did you just send me?” right now. It’s not going to help, and he’s just managed to get his erection back, and Adam is going to snap him back any second now and—

He can’t stop himself. No matter how much his brain tells him it’s a bad idea, he still can’t stop his thumb from pressing down on the red box next to Blaine’s name.

“Holy fuck,” the words fall out of him in a breathy whisper as he stares at a picture of a thick, gorgeous, hard cock.

Blaine’s thick, gorgeous, hard cock.

His hand speeds up around his dick as he stares at the picture, beyond thankful that Blaine doesn’t have his snaps on a timer. There’s another snap from Adam, but Kurt ignores it, instead staring at the cock on his phone.

His mind wanders as his strokes become more desperate. He thinks of Blaine, his room only a few doors down. Blaine seeing that Kurt had sent him a snap. Blaine opening it to find a picture of Kurt’s dick. Blaine not being disgusted, as Kurt expected, but instead turned on. Blaine touching himself while looking at Kurt’s dick, just like Kurt is doing now. Blaine not even taking the time to fully disrobe, his Dalton issued slacks very obvious in the picture, yet still taking the time to take a picture and send it back to Kurt, letting him know that he’d turned Blaine on enough to make him that hard that fast.

It’s the thought of that, of Kurt making Blaine so hard that Blaine felt the need to show him, that tips him over the edge. He groans as he strokes himself through the orgasm, come splashing on his stomach and teeth digging into his bottom lip.

He collapses back onto his mattress, taking one final glance at Blaine’s snap before forcing himself to exit out and open Adam’s. He finds yet another dick pic, this one expected and still hot, making his own dick twitch a little in appreciation. He winces at the sensitivity and turns his camera onto his come-soaked stomach and softening cock. He types out thanks for the orgasm ;) and hits the send button, pulling up his contacts.

He pauses, considering, and then, before he can overthink it, hits Blaine’s name as well as Adam’s.

The response from Adam comes first, about two minutes after Kurt sent his. It’s a video, and Kurt has to reach down to cup his cock at the sight of Adam coming while moaning Kurt’s name. He buries his face in his pillow, trying to force himself not to get hard again. He still has a few more things to do before he goes to bed, and he can’t just spend the rest of the night jerking off.

He sends Adam a chat, telling him how hot he is, and thanking him again for the spontaneous sexting session. Adam replies anytime with a winky face, an answer that Kurt tells himself he’s not allowed to overthink.

Blaine responds a little later, with a picture similar to the one Kurt sent. There’s no text attached, and no chat follows, so Kurt exits out of the picture and tosses his phone onto the mattress next to him. He closes his eyes, rubbing a hand over his face.

Well. That just happened.

**

Kurt very seriously considers skipping breakfast the next morning. He and Blaine haven’t talked since the whole dick pic ordeal, and Kurt is a little worried that Blaine is going to say something in front of everybody. He doesn’t need all his friends thinking he’s some pervert who sends unsolicited dick pics at random.

Still, the thought of going through the whole day without food is worse, so Kurt bucks up, gets himself dressed, and heads down.

He’s barely stepped foot into the cafeteria when Adam is suddenly in front of him.

“Hey,” he says, glancing around awkwardly. “Kurt, can we talk?”

Kurt nods, heart skipping a beat as anxiety seeps into his body. Crap, he’d been so worried about if Blaine would say anything that he didn’t even think about having to see Adam as well.

Adam leads them back out of the cafeteria and down the hall a little, to a secluded corner. He glances around again, as though nervous that somebody might overhear, then says, “Look, I want to talk about what happened last night.”

“Okay,” Kurt says, leaning back against the wall in a show of nonchalance.

“I had a lot of fun,” Adam says, voice pitching lower. “Obviously, I feel like we always have fun.” Kurt can feel his cheeks heat up at that. “But, um. Well, I don’t think we should do that again.”

Kurt frowns at that. “Right,” he says, brow furrowing. “But last night you said—”

“I know,” Adam closes his eyes tight for a moment. “I was still a little… out of it when I sent you that chat.” He’s blushing too, and it makes Kurt feel better about how red he knows his cheeks are. “But I thought about it a bit last night, and this morning, and came to the conclusion that we broke up for a reason. I don’t want to get into some on-off situation with you, you know? I think we both deserve more than that.”

“Right,” Kurt says, nodding. “That makes perfect sense. So, um. No more—”

“No more,” Adam says quickly, cutting Kurt off with wide eyes. “Just friends again. Is that okay?”

Kurt continues nodding, allowing a small smile to slip onto his lips. “More than.”

Adam grins and pats Kurt on the shoulder before nodding towards the cafeteria. Kurt smiles back and they fall into step as they head back together. They don’t talk, but it doesn’t feel awkward, which Kurt is thankful for. Of course, none of that changes the fact that he still has to face Blaine now. And, of course, Blaine is the very first thing that he sees when he walks back into the cafeteria.

He’s sitting with the rest of the Warblers, and he looks up just in time to catch Kurt staring right at him.

Kurt looks away quickly, heading to the line to fill up his tray. Adam goes with him, asking him about his plans for the upcoming weekend.

Adam is telling Kurt about his plan to go to his aunt and uncle’s house when they arrive at the Warbler table. Adam sits down at one of the few empty spots, and Kurt slides in next to him, cheeks heating up again as Blaine watches him from directly across the table.

Blaine raises an eyebrow, lips quirking up in a slight smirk. “You good?” he asks in lieu of greeting.

Kurt clears his throat, looking down at the fruit salad and yogurt on his tray. “Great,” he replies, only sparing Blaine a quick glance.

Wes takes over the conversation, clearly continuing a story that Kurt missed the first part of, and Kurt tries to pay attention. He really does.

Except that Blaine is lightly tapping his foot against Kurt’s under the table, and it is very, very distracting.

Kurt looks away from Wes, eyes falling back on Blaine. Blaine still has his eyebrow raised and is smirking a little more obviously as he hooks his ankle around Kurt’s.

Kurt pulls his foot away, glaring at Blaine, who presses his lips together, obviously trying to stop himself from laughing. Blaine wiggles his eyebrows at him, then winks before turning to look at Wes.

Kurt just looks back down at his tray, heart pounding and confusion swirling through his mind.

He kind of wishes Blaine had just said something instead.

**

Blaine keeps making eyes at him all day, clearly teasing and taunting him with what happened between them the previous night. It’s kind of making Kurt crazy, especially since he can’t tell if Blaine is teasing him because he thinks Kurt is a weirdo, or because he is hoping something similar will happen again.

Just before Warbler practice, Kurt finally manages to catch Blaine alone, pulling him off to the side in the hallway and quietly muttering, “It was an accident.”

“What?” Blaine asks, a confused smile on his face.

“The… picture,” Kurt can feel his cheeks heat up as he says it, and he looks away, not wanting to see that stupid smirk on Blaine’s face. “I was talking to Adam and I accidentally…” he glances up and yep, Blaine is wearing that stupid smirk. “Stop it,” Kurt mutters.

“Stop what?” Blaine chuckles, eyes sparkling.

“Stop enjoying this so much,” Kurt says through gritted teeth. “Look, it was an accident, and I’m really sorry.”

“Right,” Blaine nods. “And the second one?”

Kurt’s sure he looks like a lobster at this point. “A lapse in judgement,” he mumbles. “Can we just forget this happened?”

Blaine sighs, then shrugs. “Okay, fine.”

Kurt glares. “So, you’re going to stop staring at me like—”

“Like I’ve seen your dick?”

“Blaine!” Kurt brings his hands up and covers Blaine’s mouth with them. Blaine’s eyes glint mischievously just above Kurt’s hands. “Don’t just say shit like that, anybody could – Blaine!” He pulls his hands away quickly, shaking them out as if that will get rid of the feeling of Blaine’s tongue, thick and wet, against his palm. “Are you eight, or something?”

“Yeah, eight inches.”

“Oh, my god,” Kurt reaches forward and wipes his hand off on Blaine’s blazer. “Forgetting this happened means you can’t keep teasing me.” Blaine raises an eyebrow, and that stupid smirk is back, so Kurt hurries to say, “I mean, making fun of me. Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He shakes his head, debating just turning around and dealing with this later.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Blaine says, raising his hands in surrender. “That was the last one, I swear.”

Kurt glares at him. “Seriously?”

“Yes, for real,” Blaine nods. “I’ll stop teasing, I promise.”

Kurt keeps glaring, and Blaine keeps his hands raised. After a few moments, Kurt nods his assent and says, “Okay, good.”

Blaine nods right back. “Good,” he repeats, the corner of his lips curving up ever so slightly.

God, Kurt is going to kill him.

**

He’s been tossing and turning in his bed for about ten minutes, trying to stop his brain from thinking about stupid Blaine and how he’d still kept staring at Kurt throughout Warbler practice. It’s stupid to be embarrassed about  it, really, because Kurt could just as easily decide to play Blaine’s game instead of getting so flustered. Yeah, Kurt had started it, but Blaine sent him a picture right back. It’s not like he’d been totally innocent in the ordeal.

Kurt groans, moving onto his stomach and shoving his face in his pillow. This is so, so stupid. He really can’t believe he did that. He’s never sexting anybody ever again.

His phone vibrates on the nightstand next to him, and Kurt grabs it, thankful for the distraction.

Or for the non-distraction, it would seem.

He sucks on his bottom lip as snapchat opens on his screen, staring at the red square next to Blaine’s name with narrowed eyes.

He rolls his eyes, telling himself he’s being ridiculous as he presses down on the square. Though, really, if this snap is Blaine making fun of him, he’s going to really reconsider their entire friendship, because…

His throat dries at the picture Blaine sent him.

If this is Blaine’s way of making fun of him, then Kurt may have to re-think his not wanting Blaine to do it anymore.

His cock hardens in his pajamas as he stares at the picture of Blaine’s dick, hard, one of Blaine’s hands wrapped tightly around it.

Well, fuck.

He takes a deep breath and, before he can start down this path, switches to the chat function and types out Blaine…

Almost instantly, Blaine replies what?

Kurt shakes his head. Unbelievable.

You know what.

When Blaine replies again, it’s with a picture, and Kurt takes a deep breath before opening, knowing exactly what he’s going to find.

And yep, there is Blaine’s dick yet again, swollen and red and absolutely gorgeous. Unable to stop himself, Kurt reaches down to palm his own cock, groaning and the feeling. He allows himself a few strokes through his pajamas before he closes the picture and goes back to the chat.

BLAINE.

What?

Kurt scoffs. He can’t believe him.

I told you not to tease me anymore.

Blaine’s bitmoji pops up, showing he’s typing, and Kurt’s hand falls back down to his erection, rubbing over it gently. They can’t do this, but dammit, Blaine has a really, really nice dick.

Blaine stops typing, and then a few seconds later he has another picture from Blaine.

Kurt bites down on his bottom lip but manages not to click on the square.

I’m not opening that.

Your loss.

Kurt presses his lips together, staring at Blaine’s message and then at the tiny red square. He knows what’s behind it, what it will show him, and he wants to see so, so bad.

Oh, fuck it. He’s already seen, they’re already here. What’s really the point of stopping now?

He reaches down and pulls his cock out, giving it a full stroke before he opens the picture.

And oh, god, Blaine really does have a nice dick. He’d never even considered the possibility before this whole situation, but now that he knows Kurt isn’t really sure he’ll ever be able to not think about it. Every time he and Blaine get together for a movie night. Every time they go out for coffee. Every time they joke around in Warbler practice. Every time they spend any kind of time together.

Every time Kurt will know what Blaine is hiding in those unflattering Dalton-issued slacks. What Blaine seems to have no issue sending him pornographic pictures of.

Kurt starts to pump in and out of his fist in earnest, staring at the way that Blaine’s fingers curl around his cock. He wonders what those fingers would look like around Kurt’s cock. Or, looking down at where he’s pleasuring himself, he wonders what his fingers would look like wrapped around Blaine’s.

A chat comes in from Blaine, and Kurt really doesn’t want to exit the picture, but his curiosity gets the better of him.

What, I don’t get to see what’s got you so quiet over there?

Kurt groans, but knows that fair is fair. He switches on his lamp and clicks on the tiny camera to reply with a picture. He holds his dick up, knowing this is far from a flattering angle, but hell, at this point he doesn’t really care.

After it’s sent, he goes back to the chat and says There you go. Asshole.

Blaine doesn’t answer for quite some time, though Kurt can see that he’s opened his picture and read his chat. He starts to touch himself again slowly, not really wanting to come without a visual accompaniment.

Five minutes pass, though, and no reply. Kurt’s dick is starting to ache, and he really wasn’t planning on some drawn-out masturbatory session tonight.

He wasn’t planning on any of this tonight, really.

Just as he starts to speed up his movements, a new snap comes in from Blaine. Kurt opens it instantly, eyes widening and hands speeding up even more over his dick at the sight.

Because this is not Blaine’s dick. Oh, no. This is Blaine bent over in front of his mirror, his phone and face barely in the shot, pulling one of his ass cheeks aside so that Kurt can see his hole.

His gorgeous, dark pink, slightly gaping and definitely wet with lube, hole.

At the bottom of the picture are the words Your wish is my command.

Kurt mutters, “Holy fuck,” as he feels his orgasm build, and he strokes himself faster, hips lifting off the bed as he stares at Blaine’s asshole. Blaine’s asshole that had definitely been fingered just moments before he took the picture.

And that’s what does it. The mental image of Blaine in his room, fingering himself as he stares at a picture of Kurt’s cock before bending over and sending Kurt proof of it pushes him over the edge.

Barely having time to think, he switches to his camera and presses down on the record button, more grateful than ever for the option to lock it. He strokes himself one more time and he’s coming, his phone capturing it all as he mutters, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

As soon as he’s done, he hits send, and off it goes, a purple triangle now sitting far too casually next to Blaine’s name.

He drops his phone on the bed beside him, breath laboured as he comes down from the high of his second orgasm at the hands of his best friend.

Well, indirectly, but still.

It’s at least two minutes later, when he finally starts to find the energy to grab some Kleenex to wipe himself off, that his phone vibrates again.

It’s just a chat, and for that Kurt is more than grateful. He doesn’t think his dick could take any more stimuli at this point.

Holy crap, Kurt.

I came instantly.

You’re so hot.

Kurt can’t help but smile at that, trying to ignore the small attempt his dick makes at showing interest in Blaine’s words.

Could say the same to you.

He presses his lips together as he types out the next message. He reads it over twice before thinking that, fuck it, who even cares at this point, and hits send.

I’m never going to be able to call you an asshole ever again.

Blaine replies instantly with a HA that makes Kurt chuckle.

Blaine doesn’t say anything else, so Kurt sets his phone back on the nightstand, plugging it back in, and then stands up and heads to his bathroom to clean himself off.

After wiping himself down with a wet cloth, taking a leak, and washing his hands he falls back into his bed, taking a brief moment to check if Blaine had sent anything else.

There’s nothing there, and so Kurt flips his phone back over and closes his eyes, finally managing to drift off to sleep.

**

When Blaine still doesn’t say anything at breakfast the next morning, simply giving Kurt one of those smirks that Kurt is getting really tired of, Kurt decides that he can play it cool, too. After all, it was Blaine, not Kurt, who started it last night. He doesn’t really have a leg to stand on in terms of teasing Kurt anymore.

So, when he hooks his ankle around Kurt’s under the table, Kurt doesn’t pull away like he did yesterday. Instead, he moves his chair closer to the table and starts to rub his foot up and down Blaine’s calf.

He knows it would feel a lot better without his shoes in the way, but the action still seems to surprise Blaine enough to cause him to jump a little. David pauses the story he’s been telling to ask Blaine if anything is wrong, and Blaine replies with a breathy, “Yeah, sorry.”

His eyes turn toward Kurt, cheeks slightly red, and Kurt lets his own lips curve up ever so slightly.

This is going to be fun.

**

He sits behind Blaine in calculus, which has always been fun, but today he uses it well to his advantage.

When Blaine passes a worksheet back, Kurt makes sure to purposefully stroke over Blaine’s hand, lingering just enough to let Blaine know it was purposeful.

Halfway through the exercise, he leans forward and whispers, “Can I borrow a pencil?” far too close to Blaine’s ear to be necessary. When Blaine takes a moment to reply, Kurt blows a bit of air gently against his lobe, and Blaine hurries to grab a pencil and hand it back, making Kurt stop.

As their teacher explains the next activity, Kurt slumps down in his chair and rests his feet on the bar between the legs of Blaine’s chair. Every now and then he kicks his foot out just enough to rub against Blaine’s calf, always making Blaine startle a little.

Finally, about five minutes before the end of class, Kurt surreptitiously rips off a small piece of paper out of his notebook, scrawling I can’t stop thinking about last night quickly. He folds it up and then, after making sure the teacher is facing away when he does so, leans forward and tosses it lightly onto Blaine’s desk.

He grins as the back of Blaine’s neck heats up when he opens the note, then grins even more when Blaine balls up the tiny paper and tosses it back in such a way that it hits Kurt on the nose.

When the bell rings, Kurt grabs his things quickly, then makes sure to press against Blaine as he walks past him, purposefully swinging his hips a little as he walks out, forcing himself not to look back and make sure that Blaine is staring exactly where Kurt wants him to stare.

**

Every time his mind wanders in class that day, it’s to ways he can tease Blaine during Warbler practice. He thinks that maybe he should sit across from him on the couch and occasionally stare way too obviously at his crotch. Or maybe he should sit behind him again, taking one of the chairs they set up behind each couch, and lean forward to rest his arms against the back of the couch so he can breathe heavily against the back of Blaine’s neck throughout the entire practice.

The thing he should have taken into consideration is that Blaine has now had several hours apart to get used to the fact that Kurt is now playing his game instead of simply getting annoyed at him for it. The element of surprise is gone, which means that Blaine can plan a counter-attack.

He doesn’t realize this until Blaine is waving him over and, clearly sensing his hesitance, literally pulling him down to sit right next to him on the couch.

“Hey,” Blaine says, leaving his hand resting on the inside of Kurt’s elbow. “I feel like we’ve barely talked today.”

“Huh,” Kurt says, wracking his brain for how he can make this situation work in his favor. “I feel like we’ve talked the regular amount.”

“Guess I just want more,” Blaine says, and he shrugs, face the very picture of innocence save for his eyes, which are dark and burning.

Kurt swallows thickly, then settles further into the couch, turning his head gently and whispering, “Sometimes we need to work for the things we want, Blaine.”

Blaine shifts closer to him, pressing his thigh right up against Kurt’s. His warmth sears through Kurt’s pants, but he tries to ignore it.

“Oh,” Blaine replies, also leaning back against the couch, face so close that Kurt can feel his breath against his ear, “I plan to.”

And then he blows lightly on Kurt’s ear. The little shit.

Kurt sends him a cool glare, which Blaine responds to with a still far-too-innocent smile.

Fine. If this is how Blaine wants to play it, then game on.

**

Kurt leaves Warbler practice feeling particularly smug. At one point, Blaine had given a particularly good idea, and so Kurt had taken the opportunity to congratulate him on it by patting his knee. He then left his hand on Blaine’s knee, hoping that everybody else would be focused back on the council as they continued to debate song choice. Ever so slowly, he’d walked his hand up to Blaine’s thigh, flexing his fingers against Blaine’s inseam.

He let his finger slide up just far enough to tease Blaine, but not enough to give him too much of a problem in such a crowded room.

When he removed his hand several minutes after he’d placed it there, he could have sworn he heard Blaine whimper.

Whatever Blaine’s plan was doesn’t seem to have panned out, because there’s no retaliation throughout the rest of rehearsal. When everybody is dismissed, Kurt stands up, extremely happy with himself. He gives Blaine a wink, then flounces off, not wanting to stick around long enough for Blaine to steal this victory from him.

He heads straight for his room, dropping his things off on his desk and ridding himself of his blazer. He sits down on his bed, staring at his messenger bag and knowing he should probably head down to the library to work on some homework.

Of course, Blaine could find him at the library and sic some sort of revenge on him. He’s not sure he wants to give him the chance, even though a huge part of Kurt is really curious as to what Blaine might do.

Not yet. He instead decides to start working on his homework here. If he can’t focus well enough he’ll head to the library.

He can hear a door closing loudly somewhere down the hall, and he smirks to himself as he settles in chair, knowing it had to be Blaine. There’s no other Warblers on their floor, and most other clubs get out about half an hour before Warbler rehearsal does.

As he pulls his things out of his bag, he wonders why he’s never done anything like this before. The teasing, the taunting, the build-up. It’s not something he’s ever even thought of doing, but now that he’s here he finds that he’s enjoying it a lot. Not only about coming up with ways to torture Blaine, either. No, he’s actually quite excited to find out Blaine’s next move. It sends a warm thrill through him at the mere thought, and his cock twitches in his slacks.

He ignores it and tries to push the feelings away. He would like to finish his homework at a decent time tonight, and then hopefully he’ll be able to meet up with some of the guys down in the senior commons, or maybe call his dad or Mercedes.

Maybe he’ll ask Blaine to take a walk around the grounds, or to join him in the commons for some cards. Or maybe he’ll invite him over to his room to watch a movie, but once Blaine is there he won’t be able to decide what movie to watch, and then he can suggest that they can do something else, since Blaine is here anyway.

No, that thought he immediately dismisses. Whatever game they're playing, it’s teasing and digital pay-off, nothing more. Two friends getting off together and making fun of each other about it the next day.

Although, Blaine did mention wanting more earlier. Perhaps that means…

His phone starts to vibrate in his pocket, the buzzes close enough to each other to alert him that he’s receiving a call.

He frowns, pulling his phone out. Nobody just calls him anymore. He always gets a text ahead of time, asking if he’s…

It’s Blaine.

Blaine is calling him.

Kurt bites down on his bottom lip, staring at the picture he has set as Blaine’s contact. It’s of him and Blaine from that past summer, at a Warbler pool party hosted by Wes. They’re both shirtless, faces close together, Kurt with a thin line of freckles running across the bridge of his nose and Blaine with his entire face scrunched up in laughter.

He hesitates for two buzzes before he hits the green button to accept.

The first thing he hears when he puts the phone up to his ear is a loud, long, guttural moan.

Oh, fuck.

“Blaine,” he says, heart stuttering in his chest and slacks starting to tighten.

“You,” Blaine says, voice like sandpaper dragged over soft wood. Kurt closes his eyes at the sound. “I can’t believe you – fuck.”

He and Blaine have been friends for almost two years now and Kurt doesn’t think he’s ever heard Blaine say anything worse than hell. If he thought just Blaine’s voice was hot, the sound of that voice saying words Blaine usually never deigns to utter is almost too much to bear.

“Holy shit,” Kurt says, bringing his hand down to cup his rapidly growing erection. He already knows the answer, but he can’t help but ask, “Blaine, are you—?”

“What did you expect?” Blaine responds, cutting off the rest of Kurt’s sentence. “I’ve been half-hard just thinking about you all day. And then you go and pull that crap at rehearsal…”

“Oh my god,” Kurt whimpers. He stands, pressing his phone between his ear and his shoulder as he hurries over to his bed, hands fumbling with his belt. It takes him a bit to get it undone, hands shaking at the ragged breaths he can hear Blaine taking on the other end of the line. Finally, he does, though, and he drops onto his bed, not bothering to take it out of its loops.

He lowers his zipper and then pushes his pants and underwear down just enough to free his cock and balls. Once that’s done, he reaches into his nightstand and pulls out the half-used bottle of lube in there, squirting some onto his right hand before lowering it down to his cock.

“Shit,” he mutters at the contact. “God, Blaine, you’re so hot.”

“I’m hot?” Blaine practically scoffs out the words. “I never knew you could be such a tease. Class was bad enough, but when you were actually touching me…”

He trails off, and Kurt has to swallow thickly to get some moisture into his incredibly dry throat. “Tell me,” Kurt manages, already feeling far too close. “Tell me how it felt.”

“Good,” Blaine groans around the word. “So, so good. Your hand was so warm, and it’s so much bigger than I ever realized.”

“Yeah?” Kurt glances down at it, realizing that he’s actually using exactly that hand to jerk himself off.

“Yeah,” Blaine echoes. He lets out a short, haggard moan, then says, “I wasn’t lying before, you know.”

“What?” Kurt can barely track this conversation, brain practically melting out of his ears with every word out of Blaine’s mouth.

“When I told you I wanted more. I was serious.”

“Fuck.”

“I want to feel that hand on me. Not just on my thigh, but everywhere. On my face, my neck, my waist, my cock, my ass.”

“Shit,” Kurt’s head falls back against his pillow. “Don’t talk about your ass, Blaine, oh my god. That fucking picture you sent me last night was so hot, I almost came on the spot.”

“I was fingering myself,” Blaine says, and god, Kurt had known that was the case, but to actually hear it. “Thinking of you. Of your cock. And then today when you had your hand on my thigh, I kept thinking about what your fingers would feel like inside of me.”

“Blaine, fuck,” Kurt groans, speeding up the movement of his hands. “I’m not going to last, shit, you’re so hot.”

“Me neither,” Blaine says, breath coming faster. “I wanted to finger myself again now, it was all I could think about throughout the whole rehearsal, but I was so worked up I just—”

“B-Because of me?” Kurt stutters out the word, partially because he can barely think, but also because he can’t believe he had that effect on Blaine.

“Yeah,” Blaine’s voice comes softer, almost a caress as he says, “Because of you.”

That does it. Kurt bites down hard on his bottom lip to stop himself from shouting out as he comes. He strokes himself through it and is vaguely aware of the sound of Blaine whispering, “Fuck, fuck,” as he rides the wave of his orgasm.

He comes down with the sound of heavy breathing in his ear and the vague awareness that he just came all over his own shirt.

“Wow,” Kurt says.

“Uh, yeah,” Blaine replies, clearing his throat before repeating, “wow.”

They sit in silence for several moments, simply breathing together. Kurt’s phone is pressed so tightly to his ear that he’s worried it might meld into his body.

“Um,” Blaine clears his throat. “I, uh. I’m going to change and then I should probably do some homework.”

“Right,” Kurt responds, a slight twinge of disappointment filling him. “Of course. I… Me, too.”

Blaine clears his throat again. “Of course,” he says. And then, after a moment of silence, “We could… go to the library, if you want? Do our homework together?”

Kurt has to swallow thickly again, his throat still feeling way too dry. “Yeah,” he manages. “Yes, we could do that. If you want.”

“Okay,” Blaine replies. “I’m just gonna…”

“Me, too,” Kurt says.

They’re both quiet for another moment, Kurt’s heart still beating incredibly fast in his chest.

“Okay,” Blaine repeats. “I guess I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Yeah,” Kurt says. “See you in a bit.”

It’s Blaine who hangs up then, and Kurt drops his hand to his side, phone held tightly in his fist.

He stares up at his ceiling, taking a moment to try and steady his breathing.

He thinks about Blaine just a few doors down. He doesn’t know if Blaine is doing what he said, or if he’s just staring up at his ceiling like Kurt is, still coming down from the incredible orgasm they just shared.

Just the thought of Blaine doing either of those things makes Kurt grin far too wide.

**

When Kurt texts Blaine to tell him that he’s about to head over to the library, he receives a reply stating that Blaine isn’t quite ready yet, and he’ll just meet him there. So, forcing himself not to think about the fact that Blaine obviously doesn’t want to be alone with him right now, he grabs his things and makes his way to the library.

A few of the other Warblers are already sitting together at a table, so Kurt heads their way, settling in one of two empty seats, conveniently next to each other. He sets his bag down on the empty seat and announces that Blaine will be joining them soon.

As he takes his things out and even after starting to work on his homework, he finds his eyes keep sliding over to the chair next to him. Will Blaine be okay with sitting beside him? Will he be awkward the entire time? Will he see Kurt and the empty spot and immediately turn around and leave?

He’s overthinking it, of course. Blaine suggested they go to the library together. He wanted to see Kurt, even after they’d just gotten each other off over the phone. He probably was just finishing up re-gelling his hair or something, and that’s why he didn’t walk over with Kurt.

“Hey,” Blaine whispers the word so softly that Kurt barely hears it. He holds Kurt’s bag out to him, which Kurt takes quickly. His cheeks heat up as Blaine settles easily into the seat next to him.

He smells clean and fresh, and his hair is immaculately gelled down. So, he probably wasn’t lying when he told Kurt he wasn’t ready yet.

“Hey,” Kurt whispers back after a moment, shifting his things so that Blaine can have a bit more room at the table.

Nobody else says anything, everybody absorbed in their own work. Blaine silently places his books on the table, sparing Kurt a quick, furtive glance accompanied by a tiny smile that makes Kurt feel warm all the way down to his toes.

They work quietly, only being interrupted every now and then when somebody has a question about whatever they’re working on. Blaine, Kurt can’t help but notice, always slides his work closer to Kurt and consults him on any doubts he has instead of addressing the larger group. Every time he does it, his chair also scoots a little closer to Kurt’s, until they’re practically glued together.

Kurt can’t stop himself from smiling at the closeness, at the way Blaine says his name in a hushed tone every time he needs something.

He doesn’t linger on it for too long.

It isn’t until two hours after Kurt arrived that he closes his calculus book, having completed everything he needs for the next two days. He stretches his arms above his head, then shakes his shoulders out a bit.

“All done?” Blaine asks, voice just quiet enough to not draw the attention of the other guys.

Kurt nods. “You have a lot more to do?”

Blaine glances down at his book, where Kurt can see he still has three exercises marked off that aren’t completed in his notebook. He then looks back up at Kurt and says, “No, I’m done, too.”

Kurt looks back down at the book, but Blaine closes it quickly. He starts to put his things away, and Kurt follows suit, pressing his lips together to stop himself from smiling.

Blaine’s chair scrapes a little against the wood, and most of the Warblers at the table look up at it, causing Blaine to wince a little. Kurt chuckles against a hand, then places his messenger bag strap over his shoulder and quietly tells everybody that they’re leaving.

They receive a few waves goodbye in response, but mostly everyone just goes back to what they’re doing. Kurt waves back to those who waved at him, then turns to Blaine and nods toward the exit.

They exit the library in silence, only speaking once they’re several feet away out of respect for those still working inside. Even when they speak it’s just about the homework they just finished, Blaine complaining that he’s finding senior calculus far more difficult than the previous year had been, and Kurt commenting that he’s struggling with English in particular.

Halfway to their dorm hall, Blaine takes his left hand – previously resting on the top of his messenger bag – and lets it hang loosely between him and Kurt.

Kurt glances down at it and then, assuming this is what Blaine wants, drops his right hand in similar fashion.

For a bit their hands just stay there, gently bumping against each other every now and then, causing Kurt’s heart to skip a beat every time they do. It gets worse once they leave the school building, having to move closer together whenever other students walk past them on the sidewalk. Their hands keep grazing each other every few seconds, and Kurt is worried he’s about to enter some kind of cardiac arrest over it.

Once inside the dorm building, they head straight for the elevator. As seniors, they’re both on the top floor of the building. Usually Kurt will try and take the stairs, but he’s already done so twice today, and Blaine doesn’t seem to be any more interested in the prospect than he is.

The elevator doors open, and they step in, still standing close despite being the only two in there.

As the doors close, he finally feels Blaine’s hand slipping silently into his own.

His hand is smooth and wonderful, and as much as Kurt wants to squeeze it tightly between his own, shift his hand so their fingers interlace, he simply holds it. Gently, with just enough pressure for Blaine to know that he is very, very okay with this.

They don’t say a word throughout the entire elevator ride, nor when they arrive and start to make their way down the hall to their rooms.

Blaine’s room is first, and he stops in front of it, though doesn’t let Kurt’s hand go.

“Well,” he says, voice quiet and eyes down, locked on their hands. “This is me.”

“This is you,” Kurt confirms, watching the way Blaine’s eyes flick from their hands up to Kurt’s, his lips parting ever so slightly as he looks up at Kurt from beneath his ridiculously long eyelashes.

They fall into silence once again, to the point where Kurt starts to wonder if Blaine can hear the way his heart is beating in his ears. His eyes glance down to Blaine’s lips, but he looks away quickly, hoping Blaine didn’t notice.

What a strange thing to worry about, he realizes. He’s seen the most intimate parts of Blaine’s body (just in pictures, but still) and yet he doesn’t want Blaine to see him looking at his lips.

Blaine takes in a deep breath, then drops Kurt’s hand and takes a step back.

“Cool, um. I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess?”

Kurt nods as he watches Blaine take another step back, now right at his door. He swallows thickly, stomach constricting.

He feels like he should kiss Blaine.

Should he kiss Blaine?

Blaine’s key clicks into the lock, and Kurt makes himself start to walk towards his room.

“See you tomorrow, Blaine,” he says, walking slightly sideways so that he can still see Blaine even as he goes.

He doesn’t fully turn to face the hall leading to his room until Blaine has given him a tiny, final wave goodbye and disappeared into his own room, the door clicking shut decisively behind him.

**

That night, Kurt’s phone remains hauntingly silent.

He doesn’t get to sleep until almost two in the morning.

He should have kissed Blaine.

**

Despite his late night, Kurt is one of the first to arrive at the cafeteria the next morning, sitting down next to Wes, who Kurt is pretty sure wakes up at around five in the morning every single day. They chat idly as the rest of the Warblers start to fill up their table, though Kurt constantly keeps his eye on the seat next to him, making sure nobody takes it.

Blaine is the last to arrive, which is not unusual for a Friday but still makes Kurt wonder. He doesn’t glance Kurt’s way until he already has his food on his tray and is walking towards the Warbler table, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he looks between Kurt and the empty seat next to him.

Kurt nods at it, and only seems a little apprehensive as Blaine settles into it.

They don’t greet each other, both focusing on the larger conversation happening at the table, but Kurt does stretch his leg out just far enough to hook his ankle around Blaine’s, keeping their calves pressed together.

Blaine’s only visible reaction is a quick inhale, but he doesn’t pull his leg away, nor does he turn to look at Kurt.

They sit like that for the entire breakfast, and when Blaine stands up to head to his first class, Kurt finds that his leg feels suddenly incredibly cold.

**

He and Blaine only have one class together on Fridays, and it’s chemistry where they are lab partners. Kurt doesn’t dare try anything during this particular period, as they are mixing chemicals on the Bunsen burner, and he doesn’t want to accidentally end up with no eyebrows because he couldn’t keep it in his pants.

Blaine only talks to him about the assignment, so Kurt follows suit, keeping a safe distance between them physically.

Once the class is done, however, and they’re headed off to their next classes, Kurt makes an effort to stand as close to Blaine as possible without literally gluing himself to his side. He also walks Blaine all the way to his next class, even though he knows it’ll make it tight to get to his own class on time.

Blaine clearly notices when Kurt doesn’t head off at the spot he usually does, but says nothing, continuing an idle conversation about what they just did in chemistry class.

When they reach Blaine’s classroom, Kurt places a hand on Blaine’s elbow and asks, “Coffee after class?”

Blaine nods, giving him a small smile, then heads into his class. Kurt watches him go until he’s seated at his table, then turns around and hurries to get to his last class of the day.

Thankfully he has English as his last class, and their teacher allows them the last half an hour to work on independent study. Kurt could really use that time, but he can’t really focus, the events of the last few days swirling through his head.

He ends up spending most of the time doodling his and Blaine’s names in his notebook and thinking about how quickly things have changed between them. When the bell rings, he practically bolts from the room, hurrying to try and catch Blaine as he leaves his own class.

He runs into Blaine just a few feet outside Blaine’s classroom, smiling and waving at him. Blaine’s brow furrows, but he waves back as Kurt reaches him and begins to match his pace as they walk down the hall.

“That last class was so boring,” Kurt says, rolling his eyes a little. “I kept thinking about how much more fun I was going to have getting coffee with you.”

“Yeah?” Kurt glances over in time to see Blaine smiling to himself.

“Oh, for sure. I mean, obviously I’d take coffee with you over any class, but this one was just… woof.”

Blaine chuckles. “Laying on the charm a little thick there, Hummel.”

Kurt shrugs, ignoring the slight panic he feels at the words. “Just speaking my truth.”

“Is your truth also telling you to buy my coffee today?”

Kurt raises an eyebrow at him. “I guess we’ll see, huh?”

Blaine keeps smiling to himself, only giving Kurt a half-glance as they continue walking, and it makes Kurt smile as well.

**

He does end up buying Blaine’s coffee, though Blaine insists on buying them some biscotti to share. They find a secluded corner of the Lima Bean and settle in, almost immediately tucking into their snacks and drinks.

“Any big plans this weekend?”

Kurt shakes his head. “Dad and Carole are in Toledo doing some congressman thing, so I figured I’d just hang around Dalton. You?”

“Pretty much the same,” Blaine replies. He dips his biscotti into his coffee, looking up at Kurt from under his eyelashes. “We could do something.”

There’s no real inflection in his voice, but Kurt’s heart still skips a beat when he says it. “Yeah?”

Blaine nods. “Go to the movies, maybe? Or, I don’t know. Bowling?”

Kurt presses his lips together, trying to stop himself from laughing at that. “Bowling?”

“Well, or whatever. Just an idea, something different.”

I can think of something different we could do.

“Why don’t we have a movie night instead of going out to the movies?” Kurt tries to keep his tone neutral, with no proposition in it. “You could come over; we could make popcorn. Save ourselves the hassle and money of going out.”

Blaine shrugs, very nonchalantly. “Works for me.”

Kurt smiles, reaching forward to take another biscotti from their shared plate. “Great. Tomorrow night?”

“Great,” Blaine repeats.

Kurt dips his cookie into his coffee and repeats to himself, great.

**

They don’t tease each other in any way throughout the rest of their hang out, and they don’t hold hands or even walk too close to each other as they head back to their dorm. There’s no awkward pause as they say goodbye, and no feeling of regret in Kurt’s gut, like he should have done more than he did.

He spends most of his afternoon doing all the homework he doesn’t want to have to think about over the weekend and doing his best not to think about Blaine and they’re upcoming date.

Well, maybe not a date. At least not an official one. But perhaps after…

He only takes a break at around seven to run down to the cafeteria and grab whatever to-go option they’re offering, not wanting to lose his rhythm on his assignments. Besides that, he pretty much focuses on his work until around nine o’clock, when he deems that he’s completed enough of an essay he has due at the end of next week.

As if he somehow knew that Kurt had just finished, Blaine chooses that exact moment to send him a snap.

Kurt’s heart starts to race. Honestly, given how the day had gone, he had not expected this. Sure, they’d had some physical contact during breakfast, but everything else had gone exactly as it used to. As though nothing had ever happened between them.

Though, maybe this is a normal snap, the kind that Blaine used to send him every day when they actually tried to keep up a streak. Just a shot of Blaine’s homework, or whatever show he’s watching, or a bored selfie while lying in bed.

Still, Kurt moves from his desk over to his bed and takes off his belt before opening the message.

He can’t help but grin when he sees Blaine’s dick on his screen, hard and held up by Blaine’s gorgeous fingers. He lays down on his bed and untucks his shirt, unzipping his pants and moving his hand down to cup his slowly growing erection.

Well, hello

He rubs over his cock for another moment before dipping his hands into his underwear and pulling it out, stroking over it to try and get it hard enough to be worthy of sending to Blaine.

Don’t understand

Kurt frowns, pausing the ministrations on his dick as he reads the message again.

Don’t understand what?

Blaine’s bitmoji pops up, then disappears, then pops up again. Kurt strokes himself lazily, a little concerned about where this might be going but still unable to keep the thoughts of Blaine masturbating just a few doors down out of his head.

When the message from Blaine finally arrives, it makes Kurt inhale sharply and his heart speed up in his chest.

Don’t understand how you can drive me so crazy even without doing anything

Kurt starts to move his hand a little faster, whispering, “Fuck,” as he reads Blaine’s message again. He glances down at his cock, and, finding it satisfying enough, quickly snaps a picture and sends it off to Blaine.

After sending the picture, he types out You drive me crazy too in the chat.

It takes a moment for Blaine to get back at him, and Kurt watches his screen avidly, keeping a decent rhythm on his strokes but not going overboard. He wants to wait until at least one more picture before he lets himself come.

Blaine replies with a picture, and Kurt groans in anticipation before pressing the red square, biting down on his lip to stop himself from moaning too loud at yet another gorgeous shot of Blaine’s amazing cock.

There’s a bit of pre-come pooled on the tip, and some smeared around the head, and Kurt’s movements speed up at the sight of them.

Another picture comes in, and Kurt hurries to look at it. In this one, Blaine’s hand is more prominent, holding his cock up for the shot, his thumb resting just below the head of his cock.

At the bottom of the screen he’s said I wish this was your hand

Kurt has to shut his eyes for a moment, hand practically flying over himself as he thinks of holding Blaine’s cock in his hand instead. Of wrapping his fingers around him, of feeling that soft skin over hard flesh under his palm.

He replies with a short video to show Blaine just how worked up this is getting him. He wants to add text, but filming one-handed was already enough of a struggle, so he decides to let the video speak for itself.

He watches avidly as the purple triangle becomes just an outline, heart pounding as he thinks of Blaine watching him.

Less than a minute after the video is received, Kurt’s phone lights up with Blaine’s name and picture.

He picks it up instantly, pressing the phone between his ear and shoulder, greeting Blaine with a, “Fuck.”

“Kurt,” Blaine’s voice is guttural, and Kurt’s hips start to move in tandem with the rhythm of his hand, eyes closing as he lets the feeling of Blaine saying his name in that tone wash over him. “Are you still--?”

“Yes,” Kurt says. “I can’t… I’m not going to last much longer.”

“Me neither,” Blaine says, voice cracking on the final syllable. “You’re so hot, Kurt.”

“Not as hot as you,” Kurt replies. “You drive me fucking crazy, Blaine.”

“You, too,” Blaine says, and Kurt can hear him swallowing thickly. “You don’t even know.”

Kurt glances down at where he’s fucking his hand and can’t help but sardonically chuckle as he says, “I think I do.”

“No,” Blaine replies instantly, practically cutting Kurt off. “No, you don’t. You don’t get it, you never got it, and now you—”

“Blaine, what the hell are you even talking about?”

“Fuck, I don’t know,” Blaine says, voice laboured. “I’m so turned on, and you’re talking to me, and I’m just picturing myself there with you, touching you, tasting you.”

“Fuck,” Kurt’s head falls back, the thought of Blaine’s gorgeous lips sinking down over his cock pushing him over the edge. His phone falls onto his mattress, but he can’t bring himself to grab it, hips thrusting into his hand quickly as he comes all over his shirt.

When he’s finished, he takes a moment to take a breath, then picks the phone back up, pressing it to his ear. “Blaine?”

“Holy shit,” Blaine says, thick like molasses. “I could – I could hear you moving your hand, I could hear you coming, oh my god.”

“Are you—”

“Keep talking to me and I will.”

“Fuck, you’re so hot Blaine,” Kurt says, closing his eyes and imagining Blaine in his room just down the hall. He wonders if Blaine took the time to get naked, or if like Kurt he just pulled his cock out, unable to take the time to really prepare for this. “It’s all I can think about lately. I see you in the hall, in the cafeteria, at the fucking Lima Bean and all I can think about is your cock and your ass.”

“Shit,” Blaine mutters.

“Your pretty little hole, and how it looked after you fingered it for me.”

“Kurt.”

“Yes,” Kurt says, heart pounding, dick twitching as it tries to get hard again already. “Say my name. I love hearing you say my name. Love knowing it’s me who makes you feel this way.”

“Oh my god, Kurt,” Blaine replies. “I’m gonna –”

“Come, Blaine,” Kurt says, voice breathy. “I want to hear it, want to hear you say my name as you—”

“Kurt, shit. Kurt!”

Kurt’s is already half-hard again as he listens to Blaine come, his heart drumming against his ribcage. He swallows thickly as Blaine whispers another, “Fuck, Kurt,” and presses his eyes and lips together, trying to stop himself from getting too turned on.

After a moment all he can hear are Blaine’s breaths, shallow and fast.

“Holy moly,” Blaine says, and Kurt smiles at how fast Blaine reverts to his usual, straight-laced, non-potty mouthed self. “Kurt, that—”

“I know,” Kurt says.

He hears Blaine swallow again before he asks, “Did you mean it?”

Kurt frowns. “Mean what?”

“That you love it when I say your name. Knowing that it’s me who makes you feel like this.”

Kurt’s eyes flutter shut, and he smiles. “Yeah, I did,” he says, stretching his free arm up into the air and flattening the rest of his body out against the bed. “I’m literally trying so hard not to get hard again right now just thinking about it.”

Blaine’s breath is still quick on the other line, and when he speaks it comes fast, barely a pause between his words.

“You’ve done it for ages, Kurt.”

Kurt pauses, unsure if he heard Blaine correctly. “Sorry, what did you say?”

Blaine takes in a deep, long breath, then says, “It’s been you who makes me feel like this for ages.” A brief pause, and then, “Since long before you sent that picture.”

Kurt’s heart skips a beat, eyes opening wide and breath coming a little quicker. “Really?” he asks, his voice cracking a little as he says it.

“Shoot,” Blaine whispers. “Never mind. Forget I said that.”

“No, Blaine, did you mean—?”

“I’ll text you tomorrow about the movie, okay? Please don’t bring this up.”

“Blaine—”

But Blaine has already hung up. Kurt holds the phone to his ear for another moment, then lets it drop slowly, eyes wide and staring at the ceiling.

He looks down at himself, at his come-stained shirt and his dick still laying against his thigh. He presses his lips together, mind racing over the meaning of Blaine’s words.

Standing up, he tucks his cock back into his pants and zips them up. He grabs his room key off the desk and shoves it in his back pocket and, without giving himself too much time to think about it, exits the room and heads down the hall to Blaine’s.

He stands in front of Blaine’s door for a moment, breathing heavily, heart racing. Then, before he can second-guess himself, he raises a hand and knocks on the door.

“Just a minute,” Blaine calls out, voice high and strained. Kurt rests a hand against the door frame, feeling his chest rise and fall rapidly.

It feels like a year before Blaine opens the door, eyes wide and confused. He’s wearing thin white shirt and grey sweatpants, clearly all thrown on in a hurry, and his hair is pushed up in the back, curls coming loose of the gel.

Kurt isn’t sure he’s ever seen anyone more gorgeous in his life.

“Kurt, oh my god,” Blaine looks him over quickly, eyebrows shooting up at the sight of Kurt’s come-stained shirt. “What are you—?”

“Did you mean it?”

Blaine stares up at him with those ridiculously large eyes, pink lips parting slightly. “I—Mean what?”

“You know what.”

“Kurt…”

“Blaine,” Kurt leans in a little closer, still resting his arm on the doorframe, bringing his entire body closer to Blaine’s. “Did you mean it?”

Blaine doesn’t respond for a moment, eyes flicking between Kurt’s eyes and his lips, Adam’s apple bobbing and chest rising and falling quickly.

“Kurt, I don’t really want to talk about this,” his voice is small, quiet.

Kurt drops his arm from the door and steps into Blaine’s room, so close into Blaine’s space that Blaine has to take a tiny step back so that they aren’t completely pressed together.

“I want to talk about it.” Kurt moves in again, making Blaine take another step back, and then another until Kurt can kick the door closed behind him.

Once the door has clicked shut, Kurt licks his lips and says, “Last night. At your door.” His eyes fall down to Blaine’s lips, then come back up to Blaine’s eyes. “Did you want me to kiss you?”

Blaine presses his lips together tightly, eyes stuck on Kurt’s. For a moment he doesn’t respond, barely moves, but then, ever so slightly, he tilts his head forward.

“Why didn’t you kiss me?” Kurt asks, feeling his breath starting to come even faster.

“Because…” Blaine trails off, eyes no longer meeting Kurt’s. There’s the slightest hint of red on his cheeks, and Kurt wants to place his hands on them, feel their warmth.

“Because?”

Blaine’s Adam’s apple bobs again, and he looks up at Kurt with some emotion in his eyes that Kurt can’t quite place.

“Because I’ve wanted to kiss you goodnight every night for the past year, Kurt.” Blaine’s voice is still soft, shaky, and Kurt now recognizes the emotion hiding behind Blaine’s eyes. “I’ve wanted you to kiss me for so long.”

Kurt brings his hand up to cup Blaine’s cheek, and the warmth of his blush feels just as nice under his palm as he expected it to.

“Why didn’t you say something?” His voice comes out a lot softer than he thought it would.

Blaine looks down but tilts his head ever so slightly into Kurt’s touch.

“You weren’t interested in me,” Blaine shrugs his shoulders a little, still not meeting Kurt’s eyes. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“Blaine,” Kurt smiles, and his heart feels like it’s just grown to twice its size. “I sent you a dick pic and it didn’t ruin our friendship.”

Blaine chuckles at that, eyes finally flicking up to meet Kurt’s. “Are you really comparing a dick pic to a super embarrassing, all consuming crush on your best friend?”

Kurt’s smile grows even more at that. “All consuming, huh?”

Blaine shrugs again but doesn’t look away. Kurt rubs his thumb over the curve of Blaine’s cheekbone.

“Blaine.”

“Yes?”

Kurt leans down slightly, nose nudging against Blaine’s.

“Can I kiss you?”

Blaine’s eyes flutter closed, and his lips part as he whispers, “Please.”

Kurt smiles into it as he closes the gap between them, pressing his lips to Blaine’s in the way he spent the entire previous night thinking about.

Blaine’s lips are soft and warm under his, bottom lip slotting perfectly between Kurt’s, and it takes everything in Kurt not to suck it into his mouth. They’ve already moved so fast in such a short time; he doesn’t want to ruin this moment by trying to make this more than it is.

A sweet, perfect first kiss between two best friends.

They part slowly with a quiet smack of the lips. Blaine is grinning widely when Kurt opens his eyes, staring up at Kurt as though he can’t quite believe he’s real.

“Kurt,” Blaine brings his hands up to Kurt’s shoulders, rubbing over them gently.

“Blaine,” Kurt responds, thumb still stroking over Blaine’s cheek.

Blaine ducks his head to laugh and says, “Your shirt is covered in come.”

Kurt can’t help but laugh at that as well, leaning his head forward to rest his forehead against Blaine’s, feeling them shake with their laughter together.

“I couldn’t wait to come talk to you.”

Blaine’s eyes close again, laughter dying down until all that is left is a soft, warm smile. “I’m glad you didn’t.”

“Me, too,” Kurt says. “Hey.”

“Yeah?” Blaine doesn’t open his eyes when he responds.

Kurt brings his other hand up to cup Blaine’s other cheek and quietly asks, “That movie night tomorrow. Do you want that to be a date?”

“Mhmm,” Blaine nods quickly, forehead rubbing against Kurt’s. “I really, really do.”

“Great,” Kurt replies, then brings his head down to press his lips to Blaine’s once more.

**

Kurt keeps himself busy as well as he can that day. He’s already finished all his homework for the weekend, so he starts in on a few essays that aren’t due for a few more weeks. He reads the next few chapters of the book they’re studying in English class, even though the teacher hasn’t assigned those chapters yet. He pulls all his clothes out of his closet and re-organizes them by color. He cleans his room deeper than he has for months.

None of it really works to distract himself from how fucking slow time is going by, and how stupid he’d been to plan a date with Blaine in the evening instead of during the day.

The thing is, almost every weekend that he has spent at Dalton has been spent with Blaine. Except for sleeping and going to the bathroom, the boys do everything together on these weekends. Study, get coffee, run to the grocery store for snacks, eat in the cafeteria, practice Warbler songs, do homework. Kurt even sat on Blaine’s bed once while Blaine cleaned up his room.

There are several times during the day that Kurt is tempted to text Blaine and ask him to just come over already, but he’s not really sure if Blaine would be okay with that. Because all those weekends they spent attached at the hip, those were best friend weekends. This is a date weekend, possibly moving into a boyfriends weekend. He doesn’t want to seem too needy.

He doesn’t even get lunch in the cafeteria as he usually would. Instead, he grabs a sandwich and salad at the grocery store down the street when he heads down there to buy snacks for their movie night.

The only thing Blaine texts him all day is excited for tonight! I’ll come by around 6? So, Kurt assumes that Blaine is as cool as a cucumber, not freaking out at all about this, and definitely not spending his every waking second thinking about their date that evening like Kurt is.

Though, to be fair, all Kurt texts him is That sounds perfect. I’m excited too! So, it’s fully possible that Blaine is experiencing the exact same doubts that Kurt is.

Oh well. He’s not going to overthink it any more than he already has.

He doesn’t let himself start getting ready until 5 o’clock. He takes a long, languid shower, cleaning himself very thoroughly (he doesn’t know what Blaine expects tonight, but he wants to be prepared just in case). He takes his time picking out his outfit, ultimately choosing a fitted sweater over a pair of slightly-looser fitted jeans than he usually would wear on a date. After all, they’ll be sitting on his bed watching a movie on a laptop. He doesn’t feel like losing all feeling in his legs just to look a little nicer.

Besides, this is Blaine. Blaine’s seen him at his absolute worst. Hell, Blaine’s seen him in sweatpants. He doesn’t think he’ll judge him for choosing comfort over style just this once.

He finishes up by moisturizing a bit, then does his hair and spritzes on some cologne.

Then, he sits down on the edge of his bed, glancing down at his phone to see it turn from 5:59 to 6. He grins at how perfectly he timed that, then looks up at the door, willing Blaine to knock.

Thankfully, he doesn’t have to wait long. Blaine is notoriously punctual, and so before the clock turns to 6:01, Blaine is knocking on the door and Kurt is hurrying to open it for him.

“Hey,” Blaine greets, smiling up at him. Kurt steps aside to let Blaine in, and once he’s closed the door stands in front of it, looking Blaine over.

Blaine also seems to have favored comfort over style, which is reassuring. He’s wearing a soft-looking pull over and dark wash jeans that don’t look too tight, but still stretch deliciously over Blaine’s ass.

“You look great,” Kurt says, stepping toward Blaine. He wraps an arm around Blaine’s waist and pulls him in for a short, quick kiss.

Blaine hums against his lips, eyes opening much slower than Kurt’s after the kiss. “So do you,” he says, cheeks dusting a light pink.

Kurt grins down at him for a second, then takes a step back and clears his throat. “Right,” he says, gesturing to his bed.

Blaine’s eyebrows are raised high when Kurt turns back to him. “Wow,” Blaine says, lips quirking up into a tiny smirk. “Very forward.”

Kurt’s eyes widen and he can feel his own cheeks heating up as he quickly says, “To watch the movie, oh my god.”

Blaine laughs at that. He steps back into Kurt’s space, places his hands at Kurt’s waist and leans up to peck him on the cheek. When he leans back, he says, “You’re cute,” and then removes his hands and moves to the bed, sitting down on the edge and smiling up at Kurt, mischief still shining in his eyes.

Kurt shakes his head, cheeks still hot at the implication to Blaine’s earlier words, and the feel of his lips on his cheek. He grabs his laptop from his desk and sits next to Blaine, making sure to press their thighs together.

“I’m kind of in the mood for something light,” Kurt says, pulling up the Netflix app as soon as his computer loads up. “I added a few movies I thought could work to my list, so if you want you can choose from those and I’ll get the snacks.”

Blaine nods as Kurt passes him the laptop. He stands back up once the laptop is firmly in Blaine’s grasp and heads to the mini fridge next to his desk to pull out the soda he bought at the grocery store earlier. He then opens the bag of pre-popped popcorn he bought and empties a bit into the two large mugs he brought from home. He takes the popcorn over first, setting one mug where he plans to sit, and the other next to Blaine. Then, he grabs the still mostly full bag and brings it over as well, the cans of Coke in his other hand.

“I think this should be fine,” Blaine says, and Kurt sees that he’s pulled up one of Netflix’s newest rom-coms. Kurt nods and passes Blaine a can before setting his and the bag of popcorn on the bed. He grabs his pillows from the end of the bed and gives one to Blaine, setting the other against the wall next to his popcorn.

Carefully, he settles himself on the bed, trying not to knock over the mug of popcorn or upend the bag. Blaine chuckles as he watches him, seamlessly sliding back until he’s resting his back on the pillow, legs stretched in front of him with the laptop still perfectly balanced on them.

Despite all his efforts Kurt’s mug still tips over, though he manages to catch it before more than a few kernels fall onto the blanket. Blaine continues to laugh quietly to himself, and Kurt glares at him playfully, sticking out his tongue as he finally manages to settle down.

Without a word, Blaine sets the laptop in between them, over one of each of their knees, and starts the movie.

They’ve done this more times than he can count, been in this exact same position watching this exact same type of movie, so Kurt didn’t think he’d have any issues with this.

It’s different, though. He’s far more aware of Blaine’s leg pressed up against his. Of Blaine’s hand resting just in front of the laptop and only a few inches from Kurt’s. Of how when the couple on-screen kiss it makes him think of what Blaine’s lips feel like beneath his.

Halfway through the movie Blaine slips his hand into Kurt’s and interlaces their fingers together, smiling softly when Kurt gives his fingers a squeeze.

Of course, shortly after a sex scene starts, and Kurt is suddenly very aware of that point of contact, and how his hands are starting to sweat a little.

He keeps his eyes on the screen, watching the main couple kissing on the bed, feeling his cheeks heating up as he does. He can feel Blaine’s eyes on him, but forces himself not to look, worried that he won’t be able to keep his impulses in check.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this focused on a straight sex scene,” Blaine whispers, squeezing his hand lightly. “Anything you want to tell me?”

Kurt presses his lips together. What is he supposed to say? That all he can think of is doing all of that with Blaine right now? That he can feel his pants tightening at just the thought of it? That seeing the actors disrobe is making him think of Blaine naked, and how he knows what he looks like, but he doesn’t really know? That he can’t wait until he actually does know, but he doesn’t want to push things too far too fast because he really likes Blaine and he doesn’t want to ruin things before they have a chance to really start?

He settles on shaking his head lightly, daring to sneak a quick glance at Blaine. He’s watching Kurt intently, lips slightly parted and eyes dark.

Bad idea.

Kurt swallows thickly and looks back at the screen, where the scene is thankfully fading to black. He manages to relax a little more, but the thoughts are still there, swirling through his mind, completely distracting him from the movie.

Before he knows it the bag of popcorn is empty, as are their cans of Coke, and the credits are rolling in the background as Netflix warns them that an ad for another movie will start playing shortly.

Blaine exits out of the movie and then closes the laptop.

“That was good,” he says, standing up and taking the laptop with him, setting it on Kurt’s desk. When he does he bends over just a tad (though still more than necessary for that particular action), and Kurt’s eyes instantly go to his gorgeous ass, wrapped tight in blue jeans, tempting Kurt with what he knows is beneath.

“Yeah, sure,” Kurt says, though he’s pretty sure that he couldn’t even say what the main characters were called if Blaine asked. Blaine gives him a smirk that tells Kurt that he’s fully aware of how little he paid attention to the movie. Blaine chuckles, shaking his head as he grabs the now-empty bag of popcorn and puts the empty cans inside, then takes the two mugs by their handles and sets them on the desk as well, dropping the popcorn bag and cans into Kurt’s tiny plastic recycling bin.

Kurt watches as Blaine walks back towards him, sitting up a bit straighter on the bed. Blaine’s eyes are dark again, and Kurt can feel his breath speeding up.

With that little smirk on his stupidly gorgeous lips, Blaine gets back on the bed. Except this time he doesn’t settle himself next to Kurt. Instead, he kneels over him, one knee on each side of his legs, and shuffles forward slowly, resting his hands on Kurt’s shoulders for balance.

“Hey,” he says when he’s fully in Kurt’s lap, lowering his body so that his ass is resting on Kurt’s thighs. His hands link behind Kurt’s neck, and Kurt finds himself bringing his hands up to Blaine’s waist, feeling his warmth under his shirt.

“Hi,” Kurt replies softly, eyes glued to Blaine’s lips which are hovering just slightly above him.

“Did you actually like the movie?” Blaine asks, voice softer than before, matching Kurt’s tone.

“I, uh,” Blaine’s lips are curving up again, and he’s right there, on him, above him, surrounding him.

Kurt shakes his head lightly and whispers, “I have no idea,” before lifting his head up and claiming Blaine’s lips in a much deeper kiss than the one they shared earlier.

Blaine groans against his mouth and moves his hands to cup Kurt’s jaw, tilting his head up to better the angle. Kurt licks at Blaine’s lips, and Blaine opens his lips instantly, letting Kurt slip his tongue into his mouth.

Blaine tilts his head as he wraps his tongue around Kurt’s, then pushes it back into Kurt’s mouth. Kurt moans and finds one of his hands sliding down from Blaine’s waist to the curve of his ass, slipping the hand into the back pocket of Blaine’s jeans.

“I don’t want to go too fast,” Kurt whispers when they finally part for air, feeling Blaine’s breath warm on his lips.

“Your hand is on my ass, Kurt,” Blaine says, laughing a little as he says it. Kurt opens his eyes, meeting Blaine’s as he squeezes the ass cheek under his hand. Blaine leans forward, resting his forehead against Kurt’s as he whispers, “Fuck.”

“Sorry,” Kurt says, letting go of Blaine’s ass, but still keeping his hand tucked into his back pocket. “I, uh. I really mean that. About not going too fast.”

He hears Blaine swallowing thickly, feels him nod against his forehead. “Right,” he replies. “But, um. And I’m not trying to convince you here or anything,” he says this quickly, clearly trying to reassure Kurt. “But you know. We’ve already kind of… done stuff.”

Kurt groans, eyes closing as memories of the stuff they’ve done washes over him. “Yeah, but that was, you know. Before all this.”

“All this?”

“The romantic stuff,” Kurt says, though without meaning to, he finds his other hand sliding down over Blaine’s other ass cheek. “The liking each other and dating stuff.”

Blaine’s hand comes up from Kurt’s jaw to cover his cheek. Kurt’s eyes flutter open, finding Blaine staring down at him with a much different intent than before.

“Kurt,” he says, voice louder than before, more purposeful. “I’ve… I’ve liked you for a really long time. Longer than you probably think.” His thumb rubs over Kurt’s cheek, and Kurt has to fight not to let his eyes close again at how good it feels. “You can’t even imagine how long I’ve been waiting for this moment. Knowing this was a date, even if it’s something we’ve done a thousand times before, it feels so…”

He trails off, eyes boring deep into Kurt’s as he shakes his head back and forth slowly, clearly unable to find the right word.

“If you want to go slow, we can go slow,” he says, rubbing his thumb over Kurt’s cheek again. “I totally and completely respect that. But just know that if you’re pumping the breaks because you think that’s what I want, then there’s really no reason.”

Kurt nods, licks his lips. Says, “I’m just worried that if we go too fast it’ll somehow ruin this.”

Blaine shakes his head again, this time with more purpose. “Kurt. We’ve been sending each other pictures and videos of us jerking off for a week.”

Kurt’s cheeks flush. “Well, yeah, but like I said, that was before.”

Blaine smiles down at him. “I really am okay with not going too fast. I don’t think I understand what you’re trying to say, but I like you, and not having sex on the first date isn’t going to change that.”

“Right.”

“But just so you know,” Blaine lowers his face until his lips are so close to Kurt’s that they brush together when he speaks. “I’m ready now, and I’ll be ready whenever you are, too.”

Kurt’s breath speeds up as he feels Blaine’s breath on his lips, his body under his hands, his weight on his lap. “You, uh,” he clears his throat lightly, trying to get the words out. “You’re not worried if we move too fast it’ll ruin what we have? You know, make it all about sex?”

Blaine laughs, then shakes his head. “I know you better than I’ve ever known anybody,” he says. “And you know me better than anyone else. How could anything between us ever be just about sex?”

Hearing those words is all he needs. If Blaine doesn’t think this will ruin things between him, then he trusts Blaine completely with that.

And, really, if they both want this so badly, why is he working so hard to deny them both?

He crushes their lips together, hands squeezing Blaine’s ass tight. Blaine groans into the kiss, deepening it instantly and using his position to immediately take control. Kurt lets him, keeping his hands firmly on Blaine’s amazing ass, letting Blaine fuck his tongue into his mouth in a way that is getting his pants incredibly tight, incredibly fast.

After a moment, Kurt pulls Blaine down by the ass, bringing their middles together firmly. Blaine moans again, then rolls his hips forward, bringing his bulge into contact with Kurt’s and making Kurt groan.

Kurt takes his hands out of Blaine’s pockets and uses them to pull his shirt out from his jeans, then starts to push it up. Blaine gets the hint and reaches back to grab the neck, pulling the shirt up and off, then tossing it behind him. Kurt’s hands fall to Blaine’s sides, running up the warm skin there with reverence.

He’s seen Blaine without a shirt on before, of course, in gym class and in some of their texts the past few days, but that did nothing to prepare him for the thrill of having Blaine’s gorgeous olive skin under his fingers, soft and warm and perfect.

He doesn’t get nearly as much time with it as he’d like, because soon enough Blaine is lifting himself up onto his knees and tugging at Kurt’s sweater to get it off as well. Kurt rids himself of the sweater and the shirt underneath in one go, then puts his hands back on Blaine’s waist and pulls him back down, bringing their naked chests together.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Blaine says, hands running up and down Kurt’s arms. “I mean, I already knew that, and I’ve seen you before, but fuck, Kurt.”

Kurt chuckles, leaning forward and pressing a short kiss to Blaine’s jaw. “You’re cute when you ramble.”

“I’m glad you think that,” Blaine says. “Because if I’m already like this and just your shirt is off…”

Kurt presses back against Blaine’s waist, pushing him off of him lightly. Blaine frowns, but then his eyes widen when he sees Kurt lowering his zip and popping the button of his jeans.

He hurries to do the same, and Kurt grins as he tucks his thumbs into the waist of his pants, hooking them under his underwear too and pulling both down at the same time.

He kicks them off, then turns to see Blaine frozen with his jeans halfway down his thighs, dick straining hard against his boxers.

“Holy shit, Kurt.”

Kurt crawls over to Blaine, flattening him into the bed. “What?” He asks, faking innocence as he kneels up a bit, bringing his hands down to the waistband of Blaine’s underwear and tucking his fingers into it. “Nothing you haven’t seen before.”

“Not the same,” Blaine replies, voice hoarse, his eyes roaming Kurt’s body above him. “You know it’s not the same.”

Kurt pulls Blaine’s underwear down slowly, biting his lip as Blaine’s cock bobs up against his stomach. He keeps pulling the underwear down and off, managing to take Blaine’s jeans with them.

“Yeah,” Kurt whispers, placing his hands on Blaine’s ankles and slowly running them up his legs. “I know. Not the same.”

Because it isn’t. Of course it isn’t. Seeing Blaine’s dick on his tiny phone screen while he struggles to jack off and not drop his phone on his face is completely different from seeing Blaine’s dick here and now, right in front of him.

He swallows thickly, hands skimming up Blaine’s thighs before making it to his groin. He moves one hand to Blaine’s hip, and gently wraps the other around Blaine’s cock.

“Shit,” Blaine’s head falls back against his pillow, and Kurt presses his lips together. He glances up to see that Blaine’s eyes are closed, and so takes the opportunity to duck down and lick a stripe up the side of Blaine’s cock.

Blaine’s hips jump up, his cockhead pressing against Kurt’s cheek. He can feel a bit of pre-come streaking across said cheek, but he doesn’t bother to wipe it off. Instead he just grins up at Blaine and moves his arm so that it’s pinning Blaine’s hips down.

“Fuck, Kurt. Are you…?” Blaine’s sentence trails off as Kurt brings his mouth down over Blaine’s cock, immediately starting to suck to avoid getting Blaine with his teeth. “Fuck!” Blaine says from above him, and he can feel his hips trying to buck up again, fighting against Kurt’s arm.

Kurt raises an eyebrow as he lowers his mouth as far down Blaine’s cock as he can, making sure to keep his hand wrapped tightly around the bit he can’t fit. He bobs up and down a few times, getting used to the size and weight of it in his mouth.

Then, he pulls off with a soft pop and asks, “Can you pass me the lube from the nightstand?”

Blaine nods and scrambles do as he’s asked. It moves him away from Kurt for a few moments, and Kurt thinks he would mind a lot more if it weren’t for the glorious way that the position presents Blaine’s ass to him.

Blaine has to feel around for a bit, but he finally tosses a half-empty bottle of lube over to Kurt. He settles himself back down slowly, keeping one fist closed tight and the other wrapping around Kurt’s blanket.

Kurt grins, grabbing the lube and squirting some on his hand. He wraps it back around the base of Blaine’s cock, and Blaine hisses a bit at the cold, but soon enough he’s groaning again as Kurt brings his mouth back down over him.

He moves his lips down to the top of his fist, moving his hand up and down just a little bit. He then brings his mouth back up, using the tip of his tongue to lick under the head of the cock as he keeps his mouth just there.

Blaine is still struggling not to fuck his hips up into Kurt’s mouth, and Kurt smirks around Blaine’s cock, getting an absolutely wonderful idea.

He pulls back off and grabs the lube again. This time, he only squirts some on two fingers. He looks up to find Blaine staring at him with his lips parted. He raises an eyebrow, and Blaine nods quickly, parting his thighs just a bit.

Kurt grins and moves back to where he was. Instead of wrapping his hand around the base of Blaine’s dick, though, he brings it down between Blaine’s cheeks, finding his hole easily and rubbing his fingers over them.

“Oh, my god,” Blaine groans. “Can you just—?”

Kurt doesn’t let him finish. He starts pressing his fingers into Blaine at the same time as he lowers his mouth back over his dick.

Blaine’s body doesn’t seem to know where the fuck himself down onto Kurt’s fingers or up into Kurt’s mouth, and his hips do a strange little jump as he struggles to do both simultaneously. Kurt keeps pushing his fingers inside, the tight warmth surrounding them suddenly reminding Kurt of his very own hard cock, currently just barely rubbing against his blankets.

He bobs his head up and down Blaine’s cock quickly as he also starts to pump his fingers in and out of Blaine’s hole, slowly at first but soon matching the rhythm of his mouth. He licks over the tip of Blaine’s dick every time he has only the cockhead in his mouth, and crooks his fingers simultaneously, seeking out Blaine’s prostate.

It feels like barely any time has passed before Blaine is gripping his shoulder tightly and saying, “Three, I need three.”

Kurt is happy to oblige, pulling off for just enough time to lube up his third finger and then immediately getting back to work.

He has no idea why just a half-hour ago he was sure he wanted to wait for this. Why he was trying so hard to insist they take it slow. Because now that he’s had just this taste of what it’s like to be with Blaine, he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to stop.

He scissors his fingers a little inside Blaine’s hole, trying to work the rhythm back up. Blaine is pretty consistently pressing back against his fingers now instead of up into his mouth, though every now and then a brush against his prostate causes his hips to jump up. Kurt still manages to keep him fairly pinned down, but his arm is getting tired, and his jaw is starting to ache a little bit. Honestly, Blaine better fucking come soon, because he’s not sure how much longer he himself is going to last.

“Okay,” Blaine’s fingers dig into his shoulder again, and Kurt looks up, leaving just the head of Blaine’s cock in his mouth. “Get up.”

Kurt lets Blaine’s dick drop out of his mouth and gently pulls his fingers out of the wonderful heat of Blaine’s ass. “What—?”

“Just get up,” Blaine says, nails sharp against Kurt’s skin.

Reluctantly, Kurt does as he’s asked, lifting himself up onto his knees. It’s enough for Blaine to sit up as well, and as soon as he has enough leverage he pushes down on Kurt’s shoulders, forcing him into a seated position, his back up against the pillow he’d set up for the movie earlier.

“Okay,” Blaine says, swinging a leg over Kurt’s hips until he’s straddling him. He lets go of Kurt’s shoulder and brings his hand over to his closed fist, revealing a square foil wrapper. He rips it open as Kurt stares, his jaw dropping just a little because holy shit, how did he not notice Blaine pulling out a freaking condom?

“Okay,” Blaine repeats, pinching the tip of the condom and then bringing it down to roll it down Kurt’s cock. Kurt’s hips buck up at the touch, so much better than the tiny relief the blanket was giving him. Blaine reaches down and grabs the lube, opening it and squirting some onto his hand. He then brings that hand down and wraps it around Kurt’s cock, stroking over him just enough times to completely cover the condom in lube.

Kurt bites down on his bottom lip and closes his eyes, trying desperately to hold back. Because if Blaine is about to do what he thinks he’s going to do, he really, really does not want to come before that happens.

“Kurt,” Blaine’s clean hand is on his cheek, and Kurt opens his eyes, staring up into Blaine’s gorgeous amber ones. “Is this okay?”

Kurt can’t help but laugh a little in disbelief. He tilts his head forward and presses his lips to Blaine in a short, gentle kiss, then says, “It’s wonderful.”

At those words, Blaine grips the base of Kurt’s dick purposefully, then moves his other hand back to Kurt’s shoulder, gripping it tight as he slowly lowers himself onto Kurt’s dick.

Kurt’s head thumps painfully against his wall, but he doesn’t even care because holy sweet jesus, Blaine feels so much better than he could have ever imagined. His walls contract around him as he bottoms out, and Kurt has to fight against every instinct in his body not to just grab Blaine’s hips, flip him over, and fuck him as hard as he can. Blaine stays seated on Kurt’s lap for a bit, clearly adjusting to his cock inside him. Kurt brings his hands over to Blaine’s hips, squeezing him softly.

“You’re amazing,” Kurt whispers. He runs his hands up and down Blaine’s sides before settling back on his hips. “So fucking hot, Blaine.”

“You have no idea,” Blaine says, fingernails once again digging into Kurt’s shoulders. “No idea how long I’ve imagined this.” Slowly he moves his other hand next to Kurt’s head, placing it against the wall. The hand on Kurt’s shoulder presses down and Blaine’s hips lift, raising until just the head of Kurt’s cock is left inside.

He stays there for a moment, leaning forward and kisses Kurt hard, more teeth than anything, then quickly lowers himself back down to Kurt’s lap.

“Fuck,” Kurt says against Blaine’s mouth as Blaine lifts himself back up, starting to set a decent rhythm. “Shit, Blaine, you feel so good.”

“So do you,” Blaine responds, hips rolling sinfully against Kurt. Kurt tightens his hold on Blaine’s hips and starts to pull Blaine up as he moves and back down again, trying to take some of the pressure off of Blaine’s thighs.

It takes a few minutes, but soon enough Blaine is bouncing on his cock quickly. The drag against his cock is so wonderful, and every now and then he can feel Blaine’s walls contracting around him, bringing him close to the edge far quicker than he’d like.

“Shit,” Blaine whispers. “Can you – touch me. Please.”

“Fuck, of course,” Kurt says, instantly moving one hand to wrap around Blaine’s cock. It’s still slightly cool from the leftover lube and Kurt’s spit, and Kurt starts to pump his hand up and down quickly. “Blaine, holy shit.”

“I’m not going to last,” Blaine says, his hand leaving the wall and coming down to Kurt’s shoulder, pressing himself down harder. “You feel—”

“I’m not going to last either,” Kurt replies, hips bucking up, keeping the rhythm that Blaine has set. “You’re amazing, Blaine. So fucking incredible. I can’t—”

“Shit,” Blaine repeats. Kurt rubs his thumb over the head of his cock and Blaine once again says, “Shit,” this time louder than before.

The muscles around Kurt’s cock spasm, and Kurt can feel Blaine coming over his fist. He fucks up into Blaine harder, letting go and allowing the full feeling of Blaine coming around him to wash over him.

Blaine goes limp in his lap just a moment before Kurt starts to come, but thankfully Blaine doesn’t stop him from continuing to fuck him as he rides the wave of his orgasm, even though Kurt is sure he must be incredibly sensitive right now.

Once Kurt has come down from his orgasm, he presses his forehead up against Blaine’s and whispers, “Hey.”

“Hi,” Blaine replies, voice just as quiet. He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to the corner of Kurt’s mouth, and then says, “I can’t feel my thighs.”

“Oh, my god,” Kurt laughs against his lips, then tightens his grip on Blaine’s hips one final time to physically lift him up and off of Kurt’s dick.

Blaine practically collapses against Kurt, and Kurt wraps his arms around him, shifting them down until they are lying side-by-side on the bed. He pulls Blaine closer to him, but then pushes him away for a moment when he feels his still-condom clad dick nudge against the small of Blaine’s back.

Once he’s rid himself of the condom, he brings Blaine back close, pressing a kiss to Blaine’s shoulder.

“We just had sex,” Blaine says, voice breathy and high, as though he can’t quite believe what just happened.

“We just had amazing sex,” Kurt corrects, pressing another kiss to Blaine’s shoulder. “And on the first date, too,” he says, smirking against Blaine’s skin. “Don’t tell the others, they’ll think I’m easy.”

Blaine shakes a little in his arms as he laughs. “Deal,” he replies. He brings his hands up to cover Kurt’s, and then quietly asks, “Kurt?”

“Yes?”

“Are we boyfriends now?”

Kurt smiles and nods, kissing Blaine on the curve of his neck.

“We better be,” he says.

“Good,” Blaine answers, and Kurt can feel his entire body relax into his hold. He presses his face into Blaine’s shoulder, rubbing over Blaine’s hand with his index finger.

They lay in silence for a few moments, and Kurt would be happy to continue like that, simply basking in the feeling of holding Blaine in his arms and knowing that he’s his. Blaine speaks, though, breaking the silence and moving ever so slightly so that he can turn and look into Kurt’s eyes.

“Hey, Kurt?”

“Yes, Blaine?”

Blaine’s eyes are large and earnest, lips quivering slightly as he says, “We can never, ever tell anyone the truth about how we got together.”

Kurt stares at him for a moment, letting the words wash over him. He then bursts out laughing, head disappearing back into the curve of Blaine’s neck.

They’re all out today, though, and Kurt knows this time that they will be out for a very long time. They’re celebrating, after all. 3-2 against the Lions, meaning they’re headed for the semi-finals of the NCAA Division I Tournament, whereas the Lions will have to fight for their spot in a few days.

Winning is one thing, but winning against the Lions? Oh, if Kurt could bottle the absolute joy it brings him, he’d never be sad again.

“Fuck,” he shouts, feeling Blaine’s fingers brush against his prostate. Adrenaline and ecstasy flow freely through his veins, and Kurt thinks he should always have sex after winning a big game, because this is possibly the best sex he’s ever had.

Not that Blaine will ever, ever know that.

Blaine pulls out of him, then comes back with three fingers, shoving them in roughly. Kurt presses his face into his pillow and biting down on the fabric to stop himself from shouting out again. Blaine’s fingers are hot inside him, stretching him much quicker than he usually prefers, especially considering how rare it is for him to bottom.

“Hope you’re ready,” Blaine says, leaning his entire body over Kurt’s to speak directly into his ear, “because I’m tired of waiting to fuck you.”

Kurt turns his head to the side, spitting the pillowcase fabric out of his mouth before he says, “Hope you’re better at topping than you are on the pitch.”

It’s a cheap shot, and not even an accurate one, but he’s still high off his victory and enjoying how rough Blaine is being far too much. He just wants a guarantee that that’s going to continue throughout the rest of their tryst.

As expected--he’s so predictable--Blaine lets out a sound that can only be described as a growl before pulling away from Kurt. Kurt keeps his cheek pressed against the pillow, swaying his ass gently, invitingly, as he listens to Blaine struggle to put on his condom.

Soon enough, there’s hands on his ass checks, spreading them a bit further than Kurt usually prefers, and a slick, latex-covered cockhead pressing against his hole.

“Fucking come on,” Kurt grumbles. “See, this is why we keep beating you, because you don’t know when to fucking – holy shit.”

He’s full in an instant, hips arching high, Blaine’s fingernails digging into them. He reaches up and grabs onto the rail at the head of his head just in time for Blaine to pull out and immediately push back in.

“Shit, Blaine,” the rail digs into Kurt’s palm, but he doesn’t care, because Blaine just keeps fucking in and out of him, and Kurt still hasn’t really adjusted to the size of him and fuck it’s good. “Yes, fuck me, come on.”

“Do you ever shut up?” Blaine mutters, so quiet that Kurt isn’t sure he’s actually supposed to hear. “Or does the sound of your own voice turn you on?” Okay, so he was definitely supposed to hear.

He isn’t sure how to respond to that because yes, he actually does like to talk while he’s having sex – not because he likes the sound of his own voice, but because he loves hearing his lovers during sex as well, and him talking is the best way of ensuring that happens. But he’s not sure he wants Blaine to know that. Really, Blaine already knows too much about what he likes in bed. He doesn’t need the man who’s been his biggest rival the entirety of his university career to know everything.

Finally, he settles on, “Fuck me harder and find out.”

Blaine lets out a low half-scoff half-chuckle at that, and Kurt smirks to himself. 

“Or, what?” He continues, tilting his head to the side as though that will allow him to see Blaine any better. “Is this as good as you can give? Because if that’s the case, then no wonder we beat you today.”

“You are such,” his thrusts speed up, and Kurt keens happily, letting his face melt into his pillow and his headboard rail burn into his palm, “an asshole.”

The irony of the statement makes Kurt laugh, which just makes Blaine increase his speed even more, putting a definite pause on the laughter.

The adrenaline spiking through him is mixing with his pleasure, and Kurt can tell that he’s going to come soon. It’s the fastest he’s come in a long time, and he can’t stand the fact that it’s Blaine Anderson who brought him there.

He brings his own hand down to his cock, stroking himself quickly.

“You going to come?”

Kurt just nods against his pillow, biting down on his lip to stop himself from saying anything potentially embarrassing.

“Thank fuck,” Blaine says. “Been on the edge since I pushed into this tight ass.”

Kurt bites into the pillow again as his orgasm hits him. He pumps in and out of his own fist, ass muscles clenching tightly around Blaine’s cock.

“Holy shit,” Blaine says, and Kurt can feel his fingernails digging a little deeper into his hips. He’s definitely going to have some kind of mark there tomorrow.

Blaine’s rhythm becomes a little more erratic as he fucks Kurt through his own orgasm. Kurt lets him, sated and boneless after his own.

When Blaine is done, he immediately pulls out and falls onto the mattress next to Kurt, chest heaving, eyes glued to the ceiling.

Kurt watches him for a moment. Watches the way his eyelashes brush against his cheekbones every time he blinks. Watches the way his pink tongue slips out to wet his equally pink lips. Watches the way his amber eyes are never still, not even now, staring at the absolute nothingness of Kurt’s ceiling.

He watches him until his heart gives an uncomfortable tug and he has to stop watching because that’s not a road he wants to go down.

He moves his own gaze up to the ceiling as well, and then says, “You’re a sore loser, huh?”

Blaine immediately elbows him in the side, and it feels better. More normal. The way things have always been and need to stay.

 the tenth time

He’s not at all surprised to see Blaine leaning against the wall opposite the door to the Violets locker room. He’s wearing possibly the tightest jeans Kurt has ever seen him in, and a light purple crewneck that’s doing absolutely illegal things to his arms.

“Sucks, doesn’t it?” Blaine asks, not moving from his spot.

Kurt shrugs his duffle bag higher onto his shoulder. “You here to rub it in?”

Blaine stays still, and Kurt really wishes he’d do something with his body, anything to give Kurt even the slightest indication of where he’s going with this.

When Blaine doesn’t respond for a few moments, Kurt says, “Because if you are, you can save it. I already feel fucking awful, and I don’t think I’m up for one of our snipe sessions.”

Blaine still doesn’t say anything, though Kurt notices his left eyebrow has raised the tiniest bit.

“You know how much this sucks for me?” Kurt can’t help it. He feels raw from the loss, and the almost half-hour shower he’d just taken to try and rid himself of the feeling had done absolutely nothing. All of his teammates have left already, quietly expressing their condolences to him, a few reminding him that they’re planning to get spectacularly drunk at their favorite bar a few blocks down.

Kurt doesn’t feel like getting drunk. He doesn’t feel like sitting around with the team he knows he let down while they all try to convince him that it wasn’t his fault. He doesn’t want to be faced with the reminder that it’s actually completely over.

“You have another shot at this,” Kurt continues, one hand gripping the strap of his duffle bag tightly. His other hand points accusingly at Blaine, not close enough to actually push him but wanting more than anything to do so. “You get another year to redeem yourself, to get the win for your team. I’m done. This was it for me. I’m graduating in a few months, and since we didn’t even make it into the semi-finals, I know that not a single scout is going to contact me, which means that my soccer career is over. I’ve fucking peaked. Now I have to finish my dumbass degree, and then get some bullshit office job that I’ll fucking dread going to every day of my damn life, and all because—”

He doesn’t get to finish the outpour of emotions. Blaine closes the distance between them and interrupts him mid-sentence with a deep, forceful kiss on the lips. His hands come up to cup Kurt’s face, bringing him close.

It takes Kurt a moment to catch up, but as soon as he does, he lets himself melt into the kiss. He wraps his free arm around Blaine’s waist, pulling his middle in closer to Kurt and feels his other hand relaxing around the strap of his bag.

Blaine breaks the kiss, separating with a soft smack of the lips. “I know,” he says, hands still on Kurt’s cheeks, forcing him to look directly into his eyes. “I know.”

Kurt nods as well as he can between Blaine’s hands. He licks his lips, then asks, “Is your roommate home?”

Blaine shakes his head.

Kurt nods again, and says, “Perfect.”

 the eleventh time

Just an hour ago Kurt had been fucking into Blaine from behind, letting himself be more forceful than he usually was, his anger at the defeat seeping into every single thrust.

Blaine let him. There were no jabs, no snipes, no bitchy or petty comments. He just let out a few, “Keep going’s,” every now and then to let Kurt know that he was okay with what was happening.

Now, Kurt is lying on his back on Blaine’s bed, with Blaine’s head between his legs, gorgeous lips wrapped tightly around Kurt’s cock.

Kurt can’t stop staring at him, heart jackrabbiting in his chest. His curls are still drying from the shower he’d taken earlier and are so soft around Kurt’s fingers. He keeps shifting his fingers through them, wanting to memorize the feel of them in case he never gets this chance again.

They don’t do this. Or, at least they never have before. It’s always either been quick handjobs in shower stalls after games or fucking in one of their apartments. For some reason, to Kurt, going down on Blaine always felt like it was too much. Too vulnerable. Giving Blaine too much power.

Yet, here Blaine is, doing exactly that. He bobs up and down slowly on Kurt’s cock, swallowing around him every so often, tongue caressing the underside of his dick with every movement of his head.

It feels like he’s worshiping Kurt’s cock, and Kurt doesn’t really know how to feel about it.

Because what he’s realizing now is that he isn’t the one with the power here. Blaine may be the one doing all the work, but it’s Kurt who feels vulnerable. It’s Kurt who feels powerless. It’s Kurt whose heart is practically beating out of his chest, begging for him to just hand it to Blaine on a silver fucking platter.

“Blaine, I’m—”

He doesn’t have to finish the sentence. Blaine brings a hand up and wraps it around the base of Kurt’s cock, then increases his speed, bobbing up and down and Kurt’s cock faster, tongue finding the underside of his cock and focusing on the skin there.

“Blaine,” Kurt warns, tightening his hold on Blaine’s curls. “Blaine, pull off. I’m going to—”

Blaine doesn’t stop, doesn’t pull off, and before he can stop himself Kurt is coming down Blaine’s throat, head falling back against the pillow and eyes closing as he feels Blaine’s cheeks hollow around him, carrying him through the orgasm.

As though reading his mind, Blaine pulls off exactly when Kurt starts to feel sensitive, and Kurt flutters his eyes open just in time to see Blaine swallow heavily.

Blaine moves up until he’s directly next to Kurt, staring right into his eyes with an intensity that Kurt isn’t sure he’s ever seen off the field.

“It’s not over for you,” Blaine says. He reaches a hand out and finds Kurt’s, linking their fingers together. “You’re going to do amazing things in your life, Kurt. One loss isn’t the end. You’re right at the beginning.”

Kurt nods, the words warming his stomach and drying out his throat. He can feel tears pricking at the edge of his eyes, and god, as if this whole experience wasn’t embarrassing enough already now, he’s going to, what? Cry?

“That’s, um.” He has to pause to clear his throat, as his voice comes out scratchy and low. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Blaine shrugs, a small, private smile on his lips. “Don’t get used to it, Hummel.”

Kurt’s heart stutters in his chest, and he finds himself smiling as well even as he already starts to sit up, letting Blaine’s hand go to pick up his clothes. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Anderson.”

 the fifteenth time

It’s different between them since the Violets got eliminated from the tournament. Not just because they’ve now officially exchanged phone numbers and actually arrange to meet up instead of simply falling into bed together every time they have a match or after running into each other at some sports bar.

No, it’s different because they actually talk to each other now. It’s not just petty insults, sex, a few more petty insults, and see you later. Now Kurt finds himself sticking around for a bit after the sex at Blaine’s apartment to ask about his day, his classes, his life. And the one time they managed to do it at Kurt’s apartment he found himself looking for excuses to keep Blaine around longer than necessary, to the point where his roommate Mike almost caught Blaine leaving.

He can’t help it. He may hate Blaine’s team, and in theory Blaine for being the captain of said team, but as a person Blaine is…

Well, he’s quite possibly the kindest person Kurt has ever met.

“Slow down,” Blaine says, legs coming up so that he can hook his ankles together over Kurt’s lower back. “Sam’s going to be out all night, you don’t need to rush.”

Kurt nods and does as Blaine asks, slowing down until he’s just gently rolling his hips, not even really thrusting. Blaine’s eyes flutter shut and his lips part in a silent show of enjoyment.

And this is the other thing that’s changed – they never fucked face-to-face before. It was always either back-to-chest if they were in the shower, or with one of them on all fours in bed. Yet, this is the third time they’ve done it, and honestly, Kurt is starting to wonder if there’s a way he can request that they stop.

Because actually seeing Blaine’s face while they do this? Looking into his eyes as he talks while they fuck? Watching him as he falls apart under Kurt’s ministrations?

It’s getting to be a little too much.

“Fuck,” Blaine whispers, eyes still shut. He rolls his hips in time with Kurt’s, and a small smile appears on his face. “Don’t know if I’ve ever said this, but you’re fucking amazing at this.”

Kurt’s stomach constricts. “I bet you say that to all the boys.”

Blaine’s eyes open slowly, a slight frown on his face. He reaches a hand up to cup Kurt’s cheek, fingers spreading wide enough to completely cover the left side of Kurt’s face.

With far too much inflection in his voice, he says, “No. I don’t.”

Then, he tilts his head up and presses their lips together, flicking his tongue against Kurt’s in time with the slow movements of their hips.

Kurt lets himself be kissed, lets himself fall into the feeling of Blaine’s warm mouth and Blaine’s ass tight around his cock, loses himself in the emotions it sparks in him.

It’s definitely getting to be too much.

 the twenty-first time

Kurt and his roommates decide to celebrate the fact that they’re all back in New York after the holidays by going out for drinks at the bar a few streets down. It’s usually a pretty quiet spot since it’s decently out of the way, which is what makes it all the more surprising when they walk in to find Blaine and a few of his fellow Lions sitting in the booth right next to the door.

“Oh jeez,” Kurt mutters, just as Mike says, “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

Blaine instantly stands, eyes flying between the five Violets, only lingering on Kurt for a second longer than on all the rest. “Hey Violets.”

“What the hell are you guys doing here?” Matt is scowling down at them, Mike has his arms crossed over his chest, Jake has a massive scowl on his face, and Kurt is just now realizing how ridiculous this rivalry is. “This is NYU town.”

“We’re not trying to start anything,” Blaine assures, raising his hands with palms out. “Honest. Just heard some amazing things about the wings and nachos here, and we couldn’t figure out where else to go.”

“Bit far for chicken wings and nachos,” Kurt mutters, feeling his cheeks warm, fully aware that he’s the one who told Blaine about this place.

“They’re really good chicken wings and nachos,” Blaine says, eyes meeting Kurt’s, whose blush worsens under his gaze. He looks away, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Whatever,” Elliott, shakes his head. “Let’s go somewhere else. I can’t eat with these guys stinking up the bar.”

“Oh, come on,” Kurt rolls his eyes, putting a hand on Elliott’s chest to stop him from turning around to leave. “The season’s done, and we’re all seniors. We’re not rivals anymore, just… five guys who won’t eat at a bar that some other random guys are at? That’s insane,” he shakes his head and pushes Elliott back a little. “We’ll just go sit in the corner and ignore them. Who gives a shit?”

His teammates grumble about it, but they still follow him toward the back corner of the bar, throwing glares behind them every now and then.

“You’ve changed, Hummel,” Elliott says, sliding into the booth and sitting next to him. “A few months ago you would have forced those assholes out on their asses for even daring to come to our turf.”

“Yeah, well, a few months ago we still had a chance at being NCAA champions. Now we’re just college students eating at a bar. Doesn’t seem worth it anymore.”

“Is it too late to rescind your captainship?” Mike throws out, to which Kurt replies by flipping him off.

His phone buzzes and he pulls it out, eyes widening when he sees Blaine’s name on his screen. He glances over at Blaine and tries to shake his head as subtly as possible, because he cannot be reading texts from him in front of his freaking teammates.

Blaine just widens his eyes and gestures down to his phone with his head. Kurt looks away, but still sneaks a look at his phone, trying to do his best to hide it from Elliott’s gaze without making it too obvious that that’s what he’s doing.

You didn’t tell me you were back in New York already.

Kurt rolls his eyes and shoves his phone in his pocket. He looks over to Blaine, mouthing, really?

Blaine shrugs, and Kurt rolls his eyes again, then turns away to focus on his roommates.

It’s at least twenty minutes before his phone buzzes again. He ignores it, pretty sure that it’s from Blaine. But it buzzes again, and again, and again, until he finally grabs it, already shaking his head at what he knows is waiting for him.

Come over tonight.

Kurt.

Kurt.

Kurt.

Kurt.

Kurt.

Come over tonight.

Kurt.

Kurt.

Kurt.

Kurt.

Kurt exhales sharply, shaking his head to himself as he quickly types back.

Your use of periods at the end of every text is unnerving

He doesn’t bother putting his phone away, as sure enough, within moments he has a reply from Blaine.

Please come over tonight. Sam is going to his girlfriend’s. Please.

He bites down on his bottom lip, then sighs and texts back: Fine, but stop ending all your texts with periods you look like a grandpa

Blaine instantly responds: Scouts honour. Text me when you’re leaving here

Kurt rolls his eyes to himself, then puts his phone back in his pocket.

Elliott elbows him, and when Kurt looks up it’s to find him waggling his eyebrows. “Boy trouble?” he asks.

Kurt just shakes his head and mutters, “Yeah, something like that.”

*

Blaine rides him that night, gripping his shoulders tightly as he does so, bouncing up and down on Kurt’s cock in a way that makes Kurt absolutely crazy.

He isn’t really sure how he managed to go two whole weeks without this.

When they’re done, Blaine lays down next to Kurt. He doesn’t lean in to cuddle, they still never do that, but he does lie down in such a way that they’re completely pressed together, shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip. Their hands touch awkwardly, and Kurt wonders if he’s supposed to hold Blaine’s hand.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“You ask like I can stop you from doing so.”

Blaine chuckles at Kurt’s response, and his index finger comes out to run down Kurt’s palm.

“I went to that bar on purpose,” he says, voice quiet. “I was hoping to run into you.”

Kurt licks his lips, forcing his eyes to remain on the ceiling, trying to ignore the way the pad of Blaine’s finger feels against the inside of his hand.

“Why?” his voice is a little hoarse, his throat dry, and his heart is beating far too fast in his chest.

He can feel Blaine shrugging his shoulders next to him. “Wanted to see you. We barely talked over the break.”

“I know,” Kurt says. He had purposefully refrained from texting Blaine, even though his fingers had itched to do so every single day. “You could have just texted to see if I was back.”

Blaine shrugs again. “I guess.” He’s quiet for a moment, but then says, “I didn’t want to text you, though. I wanted to see you.”

“But why?”

This time Blaine doesn’t shrug. He doesn’t really say anything.

Kurt sighs, then sits up. “I should probably leave.”

“No, don’t go,” Blaine sits up too, putting a hand over Kurt’s wrist. “Come on, we haven’t seen each other in forever. Just hang out. Tell me about your break.”

“Blaine…”

“Kurt, come on.”

Kurt rubs a hand over his face. “Blaine, what the hell are we doing here?”

Blaine stares at him, lips parted as though on the cusp of words, but nothing comes out.

Kurt shakes his head. “This is insane. You know I genuinely disliked you when we started this? I mean, I thought you were hot, but you were so obnoxious on the field, and the Violets and Lions hate each other, so I just…” His hand goes through his hair, pushing it back. “But now we’re here, and we keep ending up here, and I don’t even know what to think about all this because you’re so…”

“I didn’t like you either,” Blaine says. Kurt meets his eyes, deep amber that he’s always terrified of drowning in. “I really didn’t. You were cocky, and so quick on your feet both on and off the field. So damn gorgeous it infuriated me.” He moves a little closer. “I didn’t think sleeping together would change anything. Just another way to channel our aggression.”

“Right,” Kurt says. “But we’re not soccer rivals anymore.”

“Yeah.”

“But we’re not really friends either,” Kurt continues. “We’re just… two guys who sleep together sometimes.”

Blaine’s finger finds Kurt’s hand again, and he starts tracing a pattern on his palm. “I consider you a friend.”

Kurt closes his eyes, head falling back slightly. “Shit, this is a mess.”

“It doesn’t have to be. It doesn’t have to be complicated, or messy, or any of those things.”

“Blaine…”

“Look, why don’t we, I don’t know. Hang out sometime. No sex, just… coffee, or lunch. Just talking.”

Kurt opens his eyes, but just enough to glare ever so slightly at him. “You mean like a date or something?”

Blaine shrugs. “Whatever you want to call it.”

Kurt sucks on the inside of his cheek, eyes still narrowed at Blaine. He takes in a deep breath, heart pounding in his chest. “Fine.”

Blaine’s face immediately lights up. “Really?”

“Yeah. But it’s not a date,” Kurt holds a finger up. “Just two guys getting lunch. No funny business.”

“Cross my heart,” Blaine does so, grinning widely. He looks over Kurt’s chest, then says, “You’re not still going to leave, right?”

Kurt continues to glare at him despite the warmth spreading through him at the obvious interest Blaine is showing him. He rolls his eyes, then says, “Fuck it. I didn’t have any other plans tonight.”

Blaine goes to lay back down, shoulders doing an adorable little shimmy, and Kurt follows him back down, finally allowing a small smile onto his face.

 the twenty-second time

Kurt chooses a hole in the wall pizza place that he knows is just that much more out of the way for Blaine. He asks to meet at one, knowing that Blaine has a class at three-thirty that he can’t skip. He wears a sweatshirt and a loose pair of sweatpants. He barely spends any time on his hair. He reminds himself five times that morning that he will not offer to pay for Blaine, nor will he let Blaine pay for him.

Basically, he does everything in his power to make this as obviously Not-A-Date as possible.  

Blaine is already there when Kurt arrives, dressed casually in beige chinos and a warm, soft-looking peacoat. He has his messenger bag hanging over his shoulder, and his hair is gelled back impeccably. He looks nice, and it kind of makes Kurt feel bad for wearing his most casual clothes and for shoving a beanie on his head before walking out the door, telling himself it’s to protect his ears from the cold and not because he knows it’ll make his hair look suboptimal.

He greets Blaine with a smile, then heads into the restaurant before Blaine can try and hold the door open for him. Blaine follows, already happily chatting away about how his day has been thus far.

They place their order at the counter, only briefly arguing over the financial benefits of sharing a pizza (what Blaine wants to do) versus each just ordering a few slices for themselves (what Kurt wants to do). Blaine ends up winning, but Kurt still forces the cashier to split the bill between them as she rings them up.

Not-A-Date.

Blaine starts to lead them towards a table in the back of the restaurant, but Kurt sits down at a table between a large group of college kids and a bickering middle-aged couple. Blaine looks at him a little weird, but Kurt doesn’t let that phase him.

Not-A-Date.

They chit-chat as they wait for their pizza, and it’s way less awkward than Kurt thought it would be. Blaine seems to have an endless supply of conversation fodder, and he somehow makes even the most inane things sound interesting. Kurt doesn’t say much, only chiming in whenever Blaine asks him a purposeful question, but he doesn’t mind at all. He’s actually pretty sure that Blaine could monologue at him for hours and Kurt would be happy just to sit there and watch him do it.

Not-A-Date.

Their pizza arrives and they tuck in. Blaine is a surprisingly neat eater, taking small nibbles and wiping any grease from around his mouth after every few bites. Kurt, on the other hand, practically inhales his pizza. It isn’t even a ploy to prove that this isn’t a date – Kurt’s had to get used to racing through any shared food after growing up with a human garburator as a step-brother and spending the past two years living with four similarly inclined roommates.

Blaine watches him devour his half of the pizza in the time it takes Blaine to finish a slice and half, lips curled into a tiny half smile. Once Kurt has popped the last bit of crust into his mouth, Blaine wordlessly holds out a handful of napkins to him, one eyebrow quirked, and Kurt blushes as he wipes down his hands and a large amount of his face.

“You got a bit on your sweater, too,” Blaine says when Kurt sets down the tiny mountain of napkins on the table. Kurt looks down and groans at the rather spectacularly sized grease stain on his chest.

He dabs at it with a few more napkins, but gives up after a few moments, rolling his eyes and stating, “Whatever, Elliott’s magic with this kind of thing, I’ll just make him fix it later.”

Blaine chuckles at that and takes another small bite of his pizza, eyes dancing as they stay locked on Kurt’s as he chews.

Not-A-Date.

Kurt takes over the majority of the conversation as Blaine eats, and he keeps it as surface as possible. He mostly talks about school, going into as much detail as he can about all the classes he’s taking this semester,  how he only has one class with a professor he’s never had before, and how he has at least one teammate in every class, something he didn’t coordinate but is more than thankful for.

Blaine doesn’t seem to react any differently to Kurt mentioning his teammates than he did to any of Kurt’s other stories, but Kurt still decides not to continue down that particular conversation stream. As much as he’s trying to keep this Not-A-Date, he’s also been having a great time, and he doesn’t want to ruin that by potentially bringing up anything that could lead to a discussion about their rivalry.

Barely an hour has passed since they arrived by the time Blaine finishes his pizza. He wipes his lips and fingers down one final time, smiling a bit too widely at Kurt as he does.

“This was really fun.”

Not-A-Date.

“We should do this more often. You know, just hang out.”

Not-A-Date.

“You’re a really cool guy, Kurt.”

Not-A-Date.

“I’m glad you agreed to this.”

Not-A-Date.

“I’m just sorry that I have to head out so soon. My class is at three-thirty, and the Columbus campus is—”

Not-A-Date.

Not-A-Date.

Not-A-Date.

“Skip it.”

Blaine’s eyebrows shoot up, and Kurt’s heart skips a beat. Take it back, take it back, tell him you didn’t mean it, tell him—

“What?”

Take it back. “Skip your class,” the words come out, his mouth seemingly ignoring all commands from his brain. “Come home with me.”

Blaine presses his lips together, but Kurt can still see the corner of his mouth twitching up.

“I thought you said no funny business.”

Kurt swallows thickly, cheeks heating up. He looks down at the empty pizza box on their table and the heaps of napkins tossed around it.

“Right. Well, you have class, so.”

He hears Blaine chuckle and brings his eyes up hesitantly at that. Blaine is no longer hiding his smile, and his eyes are so warm on Kurt’s that it makes his heart ache a little.

“The semester just started,” Blaine says. “I think I can afford to skip this once.”

Not-A-Date.

*

It’s faster than usual, Kurt feeling pent up from trying to keep things so casual before. They don’t even get fully undressed, basically just shrug out of their coats once they’re in Kurt’s room and fall into Kurt’s bed, pulling their dicks out and jacking each other off like goddamn teenagers until Kurt’s sweatshirt and Blaine’s vest have tiny stains of come dotting them.

“Crap,” Blaine says once they’ve cleaned themselves up and made themselves somewhat more presentable, looking down at his vest with a bit of a pout. “Sam is going to be so mad at me for doing another load of laundry so soon.”

“Sorry,” Kurt replies, purposefully stopping himself from looking down at the various marks now staining his own sweater.

Blaine looks up at him, smiles, leans over and presses a quick kiss to his lips.

“Worth it,” he says with a grin.

Kurt smiles back, then picks up his phone to check the time. “It’s only two forty-five,” he says, chewing on his bottom lip for a moment. “You could probably still make it to your class.”

Blaine scrunches up his nose and says, “Nah. I’d rather keep hanging out with you,” he presses another kiss to Kurt’s lips. “You want to go for a walk?”

Kurt narrows his eyes at that. “It’s freezing out, Blaine.”

“So, change into something warmer.”

His eyes are sparkling, lips spread into an infectious grin, and Kurt chuckles as he stands and heads to his closet.

“Fine. But if I freeze out there, I’m totally blaming you.”

Blaine laughs, shaking his head lightly and says, “Deal.”

Not-A-Date my ass.

 the twenty-third time

Blaine keeps up the façade of hanging out as just friends, no funny business, when he asks Kurt to come over for a movie night a couple of days after their not-a-date at the pizza place. Except he’s very clear that Sam will be out all night with his girlfriend, and that maybe it wouldn’t be the worst idea for Kurt to bring an overnight bag just in case things run late and he wants to crash on Blaine’s couch.

Kurt wants to call him out on how Obviously-A-Date this is, but he also wants to go and doesn’t really feel like getting into it with Blaine.

So, he packs his bag, tells his roommates that he’ll be back the next morning (pointedly ignoring the catcalls they send his way) and hops on the subway to Blaine’s apartment.

In Blaine’s defense, he’s done a good job of playing up the excuse for getting Kurt to spend the night. There’s a folded up blanket and a pillow on the arm of the couch, and Blaine is just as dressed down as Kurt was the last time they met up.

It’s still very much Obviously-A-Date, though, because instead of ordering food in Blaine has cooked them dinner. It’s just pasta, but the effort gone into it doesn’t go over Kurt’s head. He’s also bought a fairly nice bottle of red wine to go with the pasta, and after they’ve eaten produces the most scrumptious looking homemade cinnamon buns that Kurt has ever seen out of the oven.

“I like to bake,” is what Blaine says when Kurt tells him that it’s too much for just a movie night. Which may be true, but Kurt also knows that cinnamon buns are tricky and time-consuming as he, too, likes to bake. He, for one, only makes them when he’s trying to impress someone.

Which, if Blaine is trying to do, is definitely working.

They settle into the couch after their dinner and start up on some shitty romantic comedy on Netflix.

At the start of the movie they’re each comfortably on separate sides of the couch, sharing knowing looks whenever something particularly cliché happens. Then, about fifteen minutes in, Blaine stands up to go get another cinnamon bun, and when he sits back down, he is significantly closer to Kurt.

It’s quite distracting having Blaine so close to him, especially when he starts to lick the excess icing off his fingers after every single bite. Kurt spends the next five minutes ignoring the movie in favor of watching Blaine lave his tongue over his own fingers, cock growing hard in his pants at the memory of that tongue on himself.

Blaine catches Kurt looking moments after popping the last piece of the bun into his mouth. He raises an eyebrow, still licking the icing off of his fingers, and then far too innocently asks, “What?”

Kurt practically pounces on him at that, covering Blaine’s lips with his own and licking out the taste of the icing from his mouth. Blaine moans into the kiss, pulling Kurt closer and almost immediately wrapping a leg around his hips to bring them down onto Blaine’s.

The movie is still running, ignored, in the background when they hop off the couch and hurry to Blaine’s room hand-in-hand.

At least they can say they tried, right?

 the twenty-seventh time

“Fuck, Kurt,” Blaine is under him, Kurt’s hands splayed over his chest as Kurt bounces on his cock. His thighs burn, but Kurt ignores them, fucking himself faster on Blaine’s cock as he feels his orgasm building.

“I’m—”

“Me, too,” Kurt says, fingers digging into Blaine’s chest. Blaine wordlessly brings a hand up to Kurt’s cock, wrapping his fingers around it as Kurt continues to speed up his thrusts.

“Shit,” Kurt groans, head falling back as Blaine pumps his cock in time with his thrusts. It doesn’t take long before Kurt is coming all over his own stomach and Blaine’s hand, and within moments he feels Blaine convulsing beneath him as he comes as well.

He practically collapses on top of Blaine once he’s come down, causing Blaine’s dick to slip out of him. Blaine groans at the sensation, and Kurt grumbles into his chest.

“I can’t feel my legs,” he mutters.

Blaine laughs at that, gently pushing Kurt off of him until he is lying next to him instead of directly on top. “Soccer season ending has got you a little out of shape, huh?”

“Get fucked,” Kurt mutters, whacking Blaine on the chest with as much energy as he can summon. Which isn’t actually that much, as the action only makes Blaine laugh a little louder.

“Just did,” comes Blaine’s reply after a few moments.

Kurt can’t even sum up the energy to act annoyed about that, so instead he just mutters a string of words that don’t even make sense into Blaine’s chest, resting his face on its warmth.

“I didn’t quite get that,” Blaine teases, fingers coming up to card through Kurt’s hair.

“Me neither,” Kurt says, sighing at the feeling of Blaine’s fingers.

Blaine chuckles and continues to move his fingers softly. It feels like heaven, the gentle feeling against his scalp in contrast to the burning in his legs. He settles further into Blaine’s chest, pressing a soft kiss to the skin beneath his lips, then lets his cheek rest there.

“My mom got me tickets to West Side Story for Christmas,” Blaine whispers, continuing his ministrations on Kurt’s hair.

“Yeah?” Kurt responds, just to let Blaine know he heard him. His eyes flutter shut as he feels himself relaxing further and further into the bed.

“They’re for next week,” Blaine continues, and Kurt can hear his heart speeding up a little where his head is lying.

Kurt’s finger starts to make a circle on Blaine’s side, where it’s been resting.

“Blaine?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you asking me to go to West Side Story with you?”

Blaine’s heart is definitely beating faster now, and it makes Kurt smile to himself. It’s not every day that he can literally feel the nerves that asking him out is making someone feel.

“Just as friends,” Blaine says quietly, fingers stilling. “No… no funny business.”

Kurt’s smile grows against Blaine’s chest at the words.

Because it’s silly, isn’t it? They’ve hung out so many times over the past few weeks, just as friends, no funny business, and every single time has ended with them in bed and Kurt leaving with a mental countdown to the next time they’ll meet up.

He’s starting to wonder what the point of all this “just friends” stuff really is. Other than a nonsensical fear over people’s reaction to the fact that he may actually like Blaine.

After all, it’s been clear since the first time that Blaine asked him to hang out that Blaine didn’t want it to be just as friends. That something had changed for Blaine throughout their time together. And maybe the first time he’d asked him Kurt wasn’t completely certain if things had changed for him too, but ever since the day at the pizza place, their hang out after, and the subsequent Not-A-Date’s they’ve been on…

“No,” Kurt says, opening his eyes slowly.

He could swear that Blaine’s heart literally skipped a beat when he said it, and Kurt instantly regrets playing coy.

“No?” Blaine asks, removing his fingers from Kurt’s hair.

“No, I mean,” Kurt pushes himself up on his hands so that he can look at Blaine when he says it. “I don’t want it to be just as friends with no funny business.” Blaine’s lips part a bit, one eyebrow raising.

“Then what would it be?” Blaine asks, and Kurt would be annoyed at the impertinence, but he guesses he kind of deserves it.

“A date?” He asks, shrugging one shoulder up and sending Blaine a hesitant smile.

Blaine’s face cracks into a happy smile. “Yeah?”

Kurt nods. “Yeah.”

“Okay,” Blaine says, wrapping an arm firmly around Kurt’s back. Kurt takes the hint and leans back down onto Blaine’s chest, happy when Blaine’s free hand goes back to his hair. “A date.”

“A date,” Kurt repeats, pressing another kiss to Blaine’s chest.

 the twenty-eighth time

“You’re looking spiffy Hummel,” Mike says when Kurt exits his room. He grins at his friend, doing a little spin for him and Elliott, who are both sitting on the couch in their living room dicking around the PS4.

“Hot date?” Elliott asks, waggling his eyebrows as Mike wolf-whistles when Kurt finishes the spin.

“I sure do,” Kurt says, rubbing his hands down his thighs and licking his lips. “With Blaine.”

Mike and Elliott instantly frown, turning to each other with narrowed eyes.

“Blaine?”

“As in…?”

Kurt nods. “Yes, as in Blaine Anderson, Captain of the Columbia Lions. That Blaine.”

“Kurt are you—”

“Serious? Yes, I am,” Kurt says, glaring at Elliott, who snaps his mouth shut at the interruption. “I wouldn’t be telling you if I wasn’t.”

“When… how…?” Mike glances between Kurt and Elliott as he stammers, then settles his eyes on Kurt. “I don’t understand.”

“A while, and the how is not important,” Kurt says, not feeling like getting into the hate-sex-becoming-feelings portion of this just yet. “What is important is that I like him, and we’re going to see West Side Story, and if any of you give me any shit over this, I will not hesitate to kick your ass to Tuesday.”

Both Elliott and Mike raise up defensive hands, but neither speaks.

Kurt nods, then says, “Great. I’ll see you guys after my date. Or,” he scrunches up his nose, then says, “Maybe not. We’ll see.”

They don’t say anything else as Kurt leaves, and Kurt shuts the door behind him feeling like he just let a huge weight off his shoulders.

*

Blaine is waiting for him at the subway station closest to the theater, and the first thing he asks is, “Did you tell them?”

Kurt nods, smiling. “Did you?”

Blaine nods as well. “Well, just Sam,” he says. “He said he always thought there was something more than just rivalry between us.”

Kurt chuckles. “I just told Mike and Elliott. They…” he presses his lips together, scrunching up his entire face, then settles on, “I wouldn’t say they took it well, but they also didn’t try and physically stop me from coming, so. I guess that’s something.”

Blaine reaches out and takes Kurt’s hand, interlacing their fingers immediately. “I guess that’s that, then. Our friends know.”

“Our friends know,” Kurt nods. He squeezes Blaine’s hand. “And now there’s nothing hanging over us to stop us from enjoying our first official date.”

Blaine smirks a little, then asks, “Official?”

“Well, yeah, unlike those unofficial Not-A-Date’s we were going on before.”

Blaine laughs, lifting Kurt’s hand up to press a kiss to it. “You’re great, you know that?”

Kurt grins and nods. “Duh.”

*

Kurt’s apartment is closer to the theatre, and even though Blaine is a little concerned about the idea of flaunting their new relationship in Kurt’s teammates' faces so soon after revealing it, Kurt doesn’t care.

“They’re going to have to get used to seeing you around sooner or later,” Kurt reasons as they step onto the subway. “Might as well be sooner.”

Blaine grins, leaning into Kurt. “Planning on keeping me around for a while, huh?”

Kurt shrugs. “We’ll see.”

Blaine hides his face against Kurt’s shoulder, laughing a little. “We’ll see?”

Kurt shrugs again. “I mean, I kind of like you. A little. Which is weird, because I totally hated you a few months ago.”

“So weird,” Blaine agrees, kissing Kurt’s shoulder lightly. “I kind of like you too, you know?”

“Well that’s convenient,” Kurt says, and Blaine chuckles yet again.

*

Mike, Matt, and Jake are all sitting on the couch when Kurt and Blaine walk in.

“Oh, shit,” Matt says, eyes widening. “I thought you were joking,” this is directed at Mike, who rolls his eyes.

“I was not,” Mike says, glancing briefly at Kurt before looking back to the TV.

“I think it’s nice,” Jake says, smiling at the two of them. “Plus, it’s not like they were super subtle with the unresolved sexual tension on the field.”

“Unresolved?” Blaine asks quietly, and Kurt elbows him gently.

“Yeah, dude, good for you,” Matt says, giving Kurt a somewhat hesitant smile. “Anderson’s hot for a dude, even if he is a Lion.”

Both Jake and Matt turn to glare at Mike, who doesn’t respond until Jake kicks him swiftly in the shin.

“Ow, fuck,” Mike drops a hand down to rub at his shin, glaring at Jake before turning to Kurt and Blaine and saying, “Yeah, congratulations, I’m happy you’re happy.”

Kurt chuckles at that, shaking his head at how stubborn his teammates can be. “Mike, I think if you put aside our stupid rivalry – which doesn’t even really matter anymore because, if you didn’t notice, none of us play for the Violets anymore – you’ll find that you and Blaine actually have a lot in common. I bet you guys could even become friends.”

Mike waves a dismissive hand, eyes back on the TV. “Yeah, sure, I’ll get to work on that. Just don’t be too loud when you’re sexing it up in there, okay? It’s distracting.”

Kurt rolls his eyes, but figures that’s about as good as it’s going to get for now. He pulls Blaine towards his room, ignoring the way that Blaine is shaking with silent laughter.

“I guess that could have gone worse?” Blaine says once Kurt has closed the door behind them.

“Way worse,” Kurt agrees, then pushes Blaine back onto his bed, wordlessly telling him that he’s done talking about it.

 the thirty-second time

Sam is out, and Kurt and Blaine are tangled together under Blaine’s sheets. Kurt is trying to suck a hickey into the hollow of Blaine’s neck as subtly as possible, while Blaine ruts up against Kurt’s thigh, whining at the not-nearly-enough pressure Kurt is providing.

“Kurt, come on,” Blaine says, running a hand down Kurt’s back, fingernails scratching over him lightly.

“Come on, what?” Kurt asks, sucking a little harder at the red spot beneath his lips.

“Just… something. Anything.” Kurt smirks against Blaine’s skin, then lifts his head slightly so Blaine can see him raise his eyebrows at him challengingly.

Blaine huffs, digs his nails into Kurt’s back, and says, “Fuck me.”

Kurt pushes himself up to kiss Blaine softly on the lips, whispering, “See how easy it is to use your words?”

Blaine groans, pushing Kurt away and towards the nightstand where he keeps his lube and condoms.

Kurt goes happily, grabbing what they need and immediately starting to coat his fingers in the lube. He warms it up briefly, probably not enough, then brings two fingers down to Blaine’s hole and presses them in.

“Cold,” Blaine hisses, just as Kurt expected him to. Kurt chuckles, gently pressing the fingers in and out of him.

“You wanted something.”

“You’re a dick,” Blaine mutters, then gasps when Kurt curls his fingers inside him. Serves him right.

“Maybe enough using your words for now, huh?” Kurt continues the slow movement of his fingers, taking his time in a way that he knows drives Blaine absolutely crazy.

It’s at least five minutes before he pulls out to re-apply lube to his fingers, including a third this time. He presses them in far too slowly, and Blaine groans, punching a fist against the mattress as he lifts his hips and wriggles them.

“Come on, Kurt,” he says. “It’s been forever since we did this.”

“Exactly,” Kurt whispers. “Which is why I want to be extra careful to make sure I don’t hurt you.”

“For fuck’s – Kurt. Please.”

Kurt smirks, stretching his fingers out inside Blaine, then bringing them together to gently stroke at Blaine’s muscles with the pads of his fingers. He can feel the way Blaine contracts around him at the motion, and so repeats the action, thrilling at the feeling of it and the thought of how soon, he’ll be able to feel that around his cock.

“Kurt, oh my god,” Blaine says, punching the mattress again. “Do not make me beg, I’m serious.”

As much as Kurt would love to go down that road, he does have to admit that he’s getting a little too worked up himself. With a quiet, “Alright, alright,” he pulls his fingers out. He makes quick work of the condom, rolling it on and then spreading a bit more lube over his cock.

Before long he’s lined himself up against Blaine’s hole and is pushing in slowly, no longer to tease Blaine but out of fear of this being over embarrassingly soon.

“Shit,” Blaine groans. “You’re so big. Don’t know how I always forget you’re so big.”

Kurt barely hears the praise, focusing on not coming instantly as Blaine’s tight, hot body welcomes him in.

Once he’s bottomed out, he pauses for a moment, eyes shut, and hands clenched around the sheets around Blaine’s head. He bites down on his bottom lip, breathing in and out through his nose.

“Kurt,” Blaine whispers, and Kurt’s eyes open to find Blaine’s directly below him, staring up at him with blown pupils and a softness that Kurt can’t really believe is directed at him. “Hey,” Blaine continues when Kurt’s eyes have opened. “You okay?”

Kurt nods, then lowers himself down to press a kiss to Blaine’s lips, his cock shifting inside of Blaine as he does so.

“Fuck,” he mutters at the same time as Blaine says, “Oh, shit,” against his lips. They both chuckle quietly, and then, not wanting to waste more time, Kurt begins to roll his hips in a slow, but steady, pace.

Blaine’s head falls back against the mattress, and he hooks a leg around Kurt’s hips, pulling him in just a little deeper with every thrust.

Neither speaks as they build a rhythm together, their bodies moving in sync. Despite how many times they’ve done this, Kurt still finds himself amazed at how well they fit together. How easy it is to be with Blaine like this. How, even when they hated each other, he couldn’t help but admit that nobody had ever been so perfectly matched for him, sexually, as Blaine is.

Now, of course, he knows that it’s more than just sex. The few weeks he’s been dating Blaine have felt like something out of his high school fantasies. The way their conversations ebb and flow come as easily as the movements of their bodies together. Their plans always line up perfectly, even if they aren’t exactly what either of them planned, and every time he leaves Blaine’s apartment, or wherever they’ve met up, or watches as Blaine leaves him, he starts to count down the minutes until they will see each other again.

It was only months ago that he hated the fact that he couldn’t stop falling into bed with Blaine. Now he can’t imagine why he would be doing anything else.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” Blaine says, bringing up his other leg to full wrap around Kurt. Kurt takes the hint and begins to speed up his thrusts, simultaneously bringing a hand down to jack Blaine off as he does.

He can feel his own orgasm building but does his best to hold it back. Blaine starts to whine as he gets closer, and soon enough he’s coming over Kurt’s fist, his muscles contracting around Kurt in what Kurt is pretty sure is the closest he will ever feel to heaven.

Kurt lets himself follow Blaine, the feeling of the muscles around him just enough to push him over the edge. He fucks Blaine through it, reveling in the sounds of Blaine’s moans as he starts to come down from his orgasm just moments before Kurt does.

He pulls out as soon as he’s finished, careful to go slow. He makes quick work of the clean up, throwing out the condom and grabbing a few tissues from Blaine’s nightstand to mop things up quickly.

“We’re going to have to shower,” Blaine mutters as Kurt tosses the tissues in the general direction of the trash.

“I have no problem with that,” Kurt says, lowering himself back onto the bed and curling into Blaine’s side.

They lay in silence for a few moments, Kurt enjoying the rise and fall of Blaine’s chest under his cheek. He notices that the spot he’d been sucking on early is indeed starting to darken further, and grins to himself at the knowledge that he put that there. That he’s the one who gets to kiss Blaine, fuck him, and give him hickeys to announce to the entire world that there is someone in Blaine’s life who wants to be known.

He smiles, running a finger in slow circles over Blaine’s chest.

“Hey,” he says, turning his head slightly to make sure that Blaine can hear him well.

“Yeah?”

Kurt feels his smile growing a little bit more as he asks, “Be my boyfriend?”

The sound of Blaine’s heart speeding up in his chest is enough answer for Kurt, but the soft, sweet, “Of course,” that Blaine whispers seconds after Kurt has asked is even better.

 the first time

The tiled wall of the shower stall is cool against Kurt’s palm, but Blaine’s back is warm against his chest, his hip is hot under Kurt’s other hand, and his ass is scorching around his cock. Not to mention the spray of warm water falling over them as they groan in unison, Kurt pressing Blaine’s body into the cool tile with every thrust.

It happened fast. They were the last two in the Lions locker room, exchanging snide jabs over the tiny dividing wall between their showers. Blaine leaned over a little too far during a retort and his eye travelled down. The longer he stared, the more it affected Kurt, who found himself embarrassingly hardening under the eye of his rival.

Then, they were kissing. First over the shower divider, then together in Blaine’s shower stall, Kurt pressing Blaine up against the wall. Then Blaine was excusing himself and returning surprisingly quickly with a travel-sized pack of lube and a condom. He pushed the items into Kurt’s hand, then pressed himself back up against the wall, ass sticking out invitingly.

And now they’re here. Despite being able to follow the chain of events quite easily, Kurt is still having some trouble believing that it’s real, that he’s actually fucking Blaine Anderson in the goddamn Lions showers.

“Just so you know,” Blaine says, voice breathless, “this doesn’t change anything. I still hate you.”

“Ditto,” Kurt retorts, moving the hand on the wall down to Blaine’s other hip to be able to fuck him a little more forcefully.

“Shit,” Blaine mutters. Then, a little louder, “I’m still going to kick your ass during this tournament.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Kurt replies, thrusting deep into Blaine’s ass.

“And this isn’t going to become a thing,” Blaine continues as though Kurt hadn’t said anything. “We’re not going to become fuck buddies, or something like that.”

“Don’t you have to be buddies for that to work?” Kurt asks, punctuating the sarcasm with another forceful thrust.

“Exact- fuck,” Blaine’s forehead falls forward and rests against the tiled wall. “So, we’re agreed.”

“Yeah,” Kurt says, gripping Blaine’s hips a little tighter. “Just a one-time fuck. Relieve the tension.”

“Great,” Blaine says. “I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

Kurt continues to fuck Blaine as hard as he can in this position, digging his fingernails into Blaine’s hips, hoping to leave marks that will last at least a few days.

“Definitely,” Kurt manages, pressing his entire body right up against Blaine’s, taking in his warmth, how tight he feels, how perfect he fits against him. If this is going to be the only time, he gets to do this, after all, he’s going to do everything he can to take it all in. Wring every drop of this moment into his mind, where he knows he’ll replay it for at least the entire duration of this tournament every single time he jacks off.

Blaine shouts, “Fuck, Kurt,” and Kurt feels his orgasm growing from the pit of his stomach.

i’m sure some of you have noticed the very large breaks in between posting fics that i’ve had over the past two or three years. this is because my life has been kind of crazy, and i just haven’t had a lot of time for fanfic or, really, fandom in general. however, despite all that i’ve still occasionally felt drawn back to these characters. can’t seem to let them go haha

my plan for klaine advent was to write short versions of fics i’ve always wanted to write, but never got around to. fics that keep coming around every few months to poke me in the ribs and remind me that they still want to be written. however, after writing the first fic and getting started on the second, i realized how much of a project this was going to be. for example, the fic i just finished posting was originally meant to be a 2-3K word one-shot, and ended up being almost 15K words and 6 chapters. and it’s still MUCH shorter than what i had originally planned when i first decided i wanted to write that story. 

since i didn’t want to constrain myself and end up feeling like i didn’t do justice to the stories, i decided to extend the project beyond simply the klaine advent. i have instead decided to spread it out over the entirety of the 2020 year so that i don’t have to feel the pressure to compress a fic that may have originally been 40K words into a 2K one-shot. 

the bad news in all of this is that once i have written all the fics i hope to in 2020, i will most likely be retiring from the glee fandom. i’ve had a wonderful time here, and despite everything i do occasionally feel the pull to read and write fic and create other content, but i simply don’t have the time or passion for it that i once did. but i couldn’t just leave without giving these boys their due diligence (at least what i view as their due diligence haha). hence, this project (which i’m naming the 2020 out with a bang project). 

i want to make it very clear that i will never be deleting any of my fic. i know that a lot of writers who leave the fandom have done this, and i have been burned too many times to ever want to inflict that one someone else. i plan on keeping this blog up, even if it’s just as an archive, and similarly my AO3 will always stay there. so, you don’t need to worry about quickly saving any of my fics you may want to read beyond this year. they will still be here for as long as tumblr and AO3 are active. 

i’m not going to say goodbye obviously because there’s still a lot to come this year. i already have two finished fics that i hope to post within the next month or so, and one that is currently (albeit slowly) being written. i believe in total i have six or seven fics i am hoping to write, so i hope that you won’t write me off after this and will stick around for those :) 

Blaine doesn’t care as much about prom queen, protesting the position a little since Mike got nominated but Mercedes didn’t. He keeps his eyes on his boyfriend as Figgins takes his sweet time announcing Quinn Fabray as prom queen, smiling up at him and blowing him kisses every few seconds.

As soon as the prom court is allowed to disperse so that Mike and Quinn can share their first dance as prom royalty, Kurt is at Blaine’s side, a hand wrapping around his waist and his nose immediately burying in Blaine’s neck.

“Sorry you didn’t win,” Blaine whispers, relaxing into Kurt’s hold.

“I’m not,” Kurt says, lips brushing against Blaine’s neck with every word. “Mike deserved it more, and I already won last year,” he presses a soft kiss just above Blaine’s pulse point. “Besides, I’d rather be here with you then dancing with Quinn.”

“I prefer that, too,” Blaine admits, chuckling as Kurt continues to press kisses down the column of his neck. “You’re touchy tonight,” he comments, giggling when Kurt nips his skin slightly.

“Can’t help it,” Kurt replies softly. “I’ve got the hottest boyfriend in school. It’s hard not to be.”

Blaine laughs again, resting his head back against Kurt’s shoulder. He bites down on his bottom lip, and then, quietly, whispers, “Were you able to get the room?”

He can feel Kurt grin against his neck and a moment later he slips his hand into Blaine’s back pocket, smoothly depositing the key there.

Blaine relaxes even more into him, closing his eyes as he whispers, “Wonderful.”

**

That night, as Kurt hovers over him in a much nicer hotel room than Blaine expected, pressing slick fingers against Blaine’s hole, Blaine doesn’t stop him like the last time.

Because this time he expects it. This time they’ve talked about it, discussed how it should go, and if Blaine is really ready.

This time it’s not just a hook-up that wants more than Blaine is ready to give. This time it’s Blaine’s boyfriend, sweet and kind, making sure that he does things right. This time, Blaine spreads his legs a little wider, excitement blocking out any nerves.

Because he’s with Kurt. Kurt, who he never thought he’d get to see like this. Kurt, who holds his hand in the halls and always makes Mike sit in the backseat when he drives them to school. Kurt, who his moms already love so much they’re practically begging Blaine to marry him. Kurt, who has already learnt in their short time dating that with Blaine, sometimes actions can’t speak for themselves, and that he needs to use words.

Kurt, who is being so damn careful with him that Blaine is worried he might snap.

“I’m not going to break,” he mutters, and Kurt chuckles before introducing another finger. He still goes slow, hesitant, until he has three fingers pumping in and out of Blaine, and Blaine has to stop himself from repeating the sentiment.

“Okay, just,” Kurt whispers as he puts on the condom and slathers more lube onto his cock, “tell me if I’m going too fast or doing something wrong.” He bites down on his bottom lip and meets Blaine’s eyes, and for the first time Blaine sees nerves there. “I’ve never done this before either, you know?”

Blaine smiles up at him, reaching up to cup Kurt’s jaw in his hand and pulling him down for a soft kiss. “Don’t worry,” he says softly. “It’ll be perfect.”

“It might not,” Kurt says. “For all we know—”

“Kurt,” Blaine interrupts, rubbing a thumb over Kurt’s cheekbone. “I’m with you,” he continues to smile. “It’ll be perfect.”

Kurt nods, smiling back through his nerves, and then, ever so gently, pushes in.

Blaine doesn’t know what he expected of this moment. Some kind of revelation, a life-altering shock of I’m having anal sex or something.

He doesn’t get that.

Instead, he feels warmth settled in his stomach. He feels happiness spreading through his body as he continues to stroke over Kurt’s cheek with his thumb, no longer upset that Kurt is going slow. He feels something dangerously close to love swelling in his heart.

He was right.

It’s perfect.

That’s not to say that they don’t see people they know. They do. It’s Breadstix on a Saturday night, after all, so it’s obviously crawling with McKinley kids. But nobody seems to find it strange that Kurt and Blaine are there together. Or, if they do, they don’t comment on it at all.

 So, either they’re being incredibly subtle, or everybody is just way more chill and open-minded than Blaine thought. After all, nobody’s ever really given him any trouble since he came out, so it kind of makes sense.

Still. He figured that more people would care about the most popular guy in school suddenly going out on a date with a guy.

But, again. Maybe they were just very subtle.

Kurt drops him off after dinner, hurrying to the other side of the car with a whispered, “Don’t move,” so that he can open the door for him again. Then, once Blaine is out of the car, he pushes him up against it and kisses the breath out of him.

He leaves him with a wink and a, “See you tomorrow Mini AC,” that Blaine overthinks all night.

Sunday morning is spent playing games with his moms and Mike and trying not to think about his date with Kurt. Then he does some homework and tries not to think about his date with Kurt some more.

As implied, Kurt rolls around just before dinner time to watch some football game. Mike takes the recliner and Kurt sprawls on the couch.

Unable to stay away, Blaine finds himself falling onto the couch next to Kurt. Without hesitation, Kurt stretches out his legs until his feet are resting heavily on Blaine’s lap. He sends him a wink, and Blaine blushes.

“Ew, Kurt, come on,” Mike says, and Blaine looks up at him, alarmed. “Don’t put your nasty ass feet on my brother’s pants.”

Kurt scowls at him. “Who are you to call my feet nasty, AC?”

Mike stares at him, deadpan. “I’m the guy whose face you shove those feet into almost every single day after football practice, asshole.”

Kurt’s scowl turns into a smirk, and he chuckles, shaking his head to himself. “Oh, yeah.” Still, his feet don’t move.

Mike turns to Blaine and says, “You don’t have to put up with that, you know. Just shove him off.”

Blaine shrugs and, still blushing, says, “I don’t mind.”

“Exactly, he doesn’t mind, so buzz off.” Kurt flips Mike off, which Mike responds to in kind. He then shoots Blaine a seriously, you don’t have to put up with that look before turning back to the TV.

Kurt grins at Blaine when Mike has turned away, winking again, and Blaine is pretty sure that his blush isn’t going to leave his face for the rest of the evening.

At least twenty minutes pass in silence, Kurt’s feet relaxed in Blaine’s lap and Blaine doing everything in his power not to bring up a hand to massage them gently. Then, Blaine’s phone buzzes in his back pocket, and he pulls it out, causing him to shift a little and force Kurt to move his feet.

He bites down on his bottom lip when he sees that the text is from Sebastian, reminding him that he had an awesome time and he really wants to see Blaine again. Another text comes in just as he finishes reading the first, asking if he’s free to meet up sometime during the week, or if he’s going to have to wait until the next weekend to see him.

Blaine frowns. He’d managed to hold Sebastian off for this weekend by claiming he’d be doing a lot of things with his family because of the big game, but now he knows he needs to come clean and admit to Sebastian that he can’t see him anymore.

Kurt scoots over until he’s looking over Blaine’s shoulder and immediately groans. “Oh, this motherfucker,” he says. “Here,” he plucks Blaine’s phone out of his hands with ease. “I’ll take care of this for you.”

“Kurt, wait,” Blaine tries to grab his phone back as Kurt starts to type furiously, nose wrinkled in disgust. Kurt manages to hold him off, though, until he’s finished typing whatever it is. He looks over at Blaine, who holds his hand out and says, “Seriously, Kurt, don’t.”

Kurt stares at him for a second, then rolls his eyes and tosses the phone back to Blaine. “Just trying to help you there, man.”

Blaine fumbles with the phone for a moment, then holds it up and breathes a sigh of relief when he sees that Kurt didn’t send the text yet.

He reads over it quickly, and his blush is definitely back, because sitting in the text box are the words Sorry, I don’t think my boyfriend would like it if we saw each other again.

Blaine looks up at Kurt with wide eyes. He mouths, “Boyfriend?”

Kurt just shrugs in response, as though he hasn’t just made Blaine’s entire life with that single word.

Blaine smiles to himself and, heart warm in his chest, hits send.

**

By the time Monday rolls around, Blaine feels like he’s on cloud nine. Kurt stayed for dinner, where he thoroughly charmed Blaine’s moms (though he always did). When he left, Momma J casually said, “That Kurt Hummel is a good egg. I like him.”

Momma P nodded along and said, “He’s a sweet kid.”

Blaine, of course, instantly texted Kurt telling him that his moms loved him, which evolved into a night-long texting session that only ended at almost two in the morning, when Blaine insisted that they had to get some sleep before school the next day.

Since the season is officially over, Kurt and Mike no longer have their morning practice, and so when Kurt swings by to pick Mike up, Blaine comes out with him.

Mike heads straight to the passenger seat, but Kurt rolls the window down, shaking his head. “No way, AC. Mini AC goes up front.”

Both Mike and Blaine pause. Mike glances at Blaine, frowning, then looks back at Kurt. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, jeez. I want the cuter AC up here with me.”

Mike just keeps frowning, but Blaine smiles widely and bounds up to Kurt’s car, slipping into the front seat happily. Mike gets into the back, sliding into the middle seat, then leans forward and asks, “What the hell are you talking about?”

Kurt covers Mike’s face with his hand and pushes him back. “Put your seatbelt on, come on.”

Blaine puts his seatbelt on, too, and grins at Kurt, who sends him another of those secret winks that turn his knees to jelly.

The entire ride to school, Blaine can’t stop thinking about the fact that he’s in the front seat of Kurt’s car. Of how many times he’d watched Kurt roll up to his and Mike’s house with his current girlfriend in the front and wondered what it would feel like to be that girl. To have Mike complain about being relegated to the backseat because Kurt clearly liked the girl more than him. To get to glance over every few minutes and see Kurt already watching, entirely smitten.

Now he knows. And it feels fucking fantastic.

When they get to school and hop out of the car, Mike immediately grabs onto Blaine’s wrist and pulls him close. “Seriously, dude,” he says, glancing over at Kurt, who is waiting for them. “What the hell is going on?”

Blaine just shrugs, not wanting to say more than Kurt might be ready for people to hear. “You heard him. I’m the cuter Anderson-Chang.”

He wriggles his hand out of Mike’s grasp and walks over to Kurt, who immediately starts walking towards the school, leaving Mike standing by the car and shouting, “What the hell are you even talking about?”

**

Kurt walks Blaine to his locker, and briefly wraps an arm around his waist and gives it a quick squeeze. “See you at lunch?” he asks, grinning as his hand falls away, leaving warmth in its wake.

“Yeah,” Blaine says, grinning right back. Kurt nods, then stares at Blaine, biting down on his bottom lip. After the moments hesitation, he nods again and turns to walk to his own locker.

Almost immediately, Tina runs up to him.

“You two seem cozy,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows.

Blaine laughs at that, turning to open his locker as he murmurs, “Oh, you have no idea.”

**

When lunch time comes, Blaine feels like he’s ready to buzz out of his skin with the excitement of it. Just to get to sit next to Kurt, knowing that they’re boyfriends, is so much more than he ever thought he would get. He doesn’t even care that he can’t tell anybody yet.

Well, he cares a little, but that’s just because Tina has been bothering him about it non-stop all day long.

“Blaine, come on,” she says as they walk into the cafeteria. “You always tell me everything.”

“I do not,” Blaine says, flushing at the lie, because yeah, he totally does. She glares at him and he just shrugs. “Look, really Tina, I don’t know what you want me to say. There’s nothing—”

The sound of two lunch trays banging together rings out throughout the cafeteria. Blaine and Tina both turn toward the sound, just like everyone else, and find Kurt standing on top of the table where the football team and cheerleaders always sit.

“Yo, everybody,” he says, voice loud and commanding. Blaine can’t help the lovesick smile that takes over his face, which is embarrassing considering Kurt is literally just talking. “I have a very important announcement, so listen the fuck up.”

Amazingly, everybody does. The cafeteria falls into almost complete silence, all eyes on Kurt.

“Great, thanks,” he says. “So, just wanted to let everyone know that I’m bisexual.”

Blaine’s jaw drops, eyes widening. Holy shit. Did he really just—

“And the reason I’m telling everyone is so that nobody freaks out,” he turns as he’s talking, until he’s looking straight at Blaine, face splitting into a huge grin, “when I take my boyfriend, Blaine Anderson-Chang, to prom next week.”

A bit of chatter rises up when Kurt hops off the table and starts to head in Blaine’s direction. Some people are glancing their way, giggling and whispering, but it seems like most people don’t really care about what’s going on. Blaine smile continues growing as Kurt gets closer, until Kurt is right in front of him, stopping less than a foot away.

“I mean,” he says, shrugging a little. “If you want to, that is.”

Blaine’s brain definitely isn’t working, because all he can say is, “Want to what?”

Kurt chuckles, then reaches out and takes Blaine’s hand. “Prom? With me?”

Blaine’s eyes widen and he nods immediately. “Oh. Yes, definitely. Please.”

Kurt grins again, then says, “Excellent,” before pulling Blaine in for a long, slow kiss.

With forty-five seconds remaining, Kurt’s feet cross the endzone just as the ball lands in his hands.

The crowd erupts into cheers. Mercedes jumps up, dragging Blaine with her and wraps her arms tightly around him, squealing into his ear. Blaine squeals right back, just as his moms come around both of them and hug them between them.

When his moms let go, Mercedes grabs back onto his hand and starts to drag him down the bleachers as the final play is set up.

Not that it really matters. The seconds start to tick by once the ball is snapped, the opposing team clearly desperate for a miracle. Blaine barely pays attention to the game, focusing on not mowing anybody down as Mercedes pulls him down to the field. He doesn’t feel like he has to. It’s definitely their game.

They’ve barely just reached the ground when the referee blows the whistle and it’s called. It’s done.

McKinley won.

The football team is going crazy as Mercedes and Blaine rush onto the field. Mercedes, of course, is leading them directly to Mike, who is currently in the center of one of two dog-piles. Kurt is at the centre of the other.

At the sight of his girlfriend, Mike pushes his way out and hurries to her. Mercedes lets go of Blaine’s hand, and Blaine stops running, taking a moment to appreciate the sheer romanticism of them running towards each other. Of Mike grabbing Mercedes around the waist and spinning her around happily before bringing their lips together in a kiss.

Just as he’s starting to feel weird just standing there brother kiss his girlfriend while everybody freaks out around him, Blaine feels arms wrapping around his middle and suddenly his feet are off the ground. He shrieks in surprise as he’s spun around, familiar laughter ringing right next to his ear.

When he’s placed back on the ground, he turns to see Kurt standing behind him, grinning widely. Blaine throws himself into his arms in excitement, and Kurt picks him right back off the ground again as he returns the hug.

“You did it!” Blaine says, once more safely on his feet. His hands stay on Kurt’s arms, and Kurt’s hands, he is very aware, stay firmly on the small of his back. “You won the game!”

“We did,” Kurt says, grinning. “Me and AC,” he nods his head towards Mike, who is still happily kissing Mercedes. He turns back to Blaine, with a slightly softer smile. “And Mini AC, duh. My good luck charm.”

His hands shift slightly so that they’re resting on Blaine’s waist, which he squeezes briefly. Blaine can’t stop staring up at him, grinning, feeling absolutely euphoric.

Kurt glances around the field and then whispers, “Come with me,” before grabbing Blaine’s wrist and leading him off the field.

Blaine follows happily, high off the win and everybody’s excitement and Kurt’s warm hand encompassing his wrist. A hand that just last night was on Blaine’s hip as he…

Kurt leads them into the mostly-empty school, bypassing the soon-to-be-jammed locker rooms and instead dragging Blaine into one of the small art rooms. He closes the door behind them, and immediately backs Blaine up against it.

Blaine stares up at him, heart hammering and chest rising and falling quickly. Kurt stares back, lips still spread in the widest smile he’s ever seen him wear.

Kurt licks his lips, then brings his hands up to Blaine’s jaw, tilting his head up and leans down to press their lips together.

Blaine’s knees turn to jelly beneath him, and he kisses back eagerly.

God, he’d liked kissing Sebastian, but this is… just. Next level. This is Kurt’s slim fingers trailing into the back of his hair, trying to card through his hair despite the gel. This is Kurt’s soft, pink lips moving against Blaine’s insistently. This is Kurt’s hips pinning him to the wood of the door. This is Kurt’s warm tongue licking into his mouth and curling around Blaine’s.

Blaine is pretty sure that if Kurt weren’t essentially holding him up he’d have completely melted into a puddle on the floor.

Kurt breaks their kiss for a moment, then kisses him again. And again, and again, lips smooth as they glide over Blaine’s. Blaine’s fingers cling to Kurt’s shoulders – broad, muscular shoulders that he’s spent hours fantasizing about.

With a wet smack, Kurt breaks their kiss and actually pulls away. His lips are bee-stung and gorgeous, and his eyes are more black than blue as they stare down at Blaine’s lips.

“Huh,” he murmurs, bringing his hand up to wipe a bit of saliva from just under Blaine’s bottom lip. “Interesting.”

Blaine breathes heavily and manages to breathe out, “Yeah?”

Kurt raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Yeah.” Then, he glances down to where their hips are connected, Blaine’s cock pressing against Kurt’s thigh. Kurt winces a little, then says, “I need to get out of this cup.”

“Right,” Blaine nods.

Kurt’s lip keeps it’s tiny upward tick and asks, “You’re coming to the victory party at Santana’s, right?”

Blaine swallows thickly. “You, uh. Should I?”

Kurt’s hand trails down from Blaine’s cheek to his neck, down his chest until he’s gently cupping Blaine’s dick. Blaine groans, head falling back against the door with a hard, slightly painful thunk.

“Yeah,” Kurt whispers. “You should.”

“Then I will,” Blaine replies, though he barely manages to. Kurt grins down at him, then gives his cock a short squeeze before he pulls away.

“Great,” he says, then pushes the door open behind Blaine, sweeping out of the room as though he were never there, leaving Blaine hard and panting and wondering how the hell this became his life.

**

It’s several hours before Blaine, Mike, and Mercedes make their grand entrance at Santana Lopez’s party. Blaine and Mike’s moms had insisted on taking them all out to Breadstix after the game, wanting to celebrate as a family before they lost their sons to their friends for the night. Honestly, any other night and Blaine would have been more than happy for the dinner out.

Tonight, though, all he could think about was Kurt kissing him and telling him he should come to Santana’s party.

He knew he hadn’t been a good conversationalist, and everyone had given him an odd look at some point during the meal, but he couldn’t help it. The possibilities of what tonight might bring were swirling wildly through his head, and he was counting down the minutes until he would be able to discover which of those possibilities came true.

After what feels like an eternity the bill is finally paid, and Blaine is tapping his fingers against his thigh anxiously in the backseat of Mercedes’s car, still not saying much. He catches Mike giving him a worried look at one point, but Blaine ignores it.

He practically shoots out of the car as soon as Mercedes has parked but forces himself to wait for the others instead of powerwalking his way up to Santana’s front door like he wants to.

As they walk together, far too slowly for Blaine’s taste, he mentally tells himself to not get his hopes up too high. For all he knows the past two days have been nothing but flukes. A glitch in the matrix. Momentary lapses in judgement (on Kurt’s part). Hell, he should probably be ready to walk into the party and see Kurt with some cheerleader on his lap, doing shots off her cleavage.

Blaine shivers at that mental image, then tells himself to just get out of his head and take tonight for whatever it may be.

Brittany Pierce opens the door for them, welcoming them by pulling Mike into a huge hug and shouting, “MVP in the house!” This, of course, draws everybody else’s attention, and soon enough Mike is being swarmed in the entrance of the house.

Blaine manages to duck under someone’s arm, sneaking his way around the rapidly forming crowd and getting out of the hoard before it’s too late. He looks back, seeing Mike grinning wildly as everyone cheers for him, and grins at his brother, sending him a quick thumbs up which he doubts Mike will see.

Despite the ridiculous amount of people congregating by the front door, there’s still quite a lot of teenagers running rampant throughout the rest of the house. Blaine isn’t sure he’s ever seen half of these people, but they don’t matter.

He looks around, desperately trying to find Kurt. His heart feels like it’s about to beat right out of his chest, the anticipation killing him, and jeez, where is he?

“Finally,” a voice whispers into his ear, and there’s a warm body pressed right up against his. Blaine turns around quickly, and Kurt takes a step back when he does. He’s grinning, holding a pair of red solo cups in his hands, wearing a clean jersey and tightly fitted jeans.

Blaine swallows thickly, looking down at the cups in Kurt’s hands. “One of those for me?”

Kurt shrugs, but hands one over. “Heard you guys come in.”

“Hard to miss,” Blaine says. Kurt chuckles and takes a sip of his drink. Blaine does the same, wincing a little as the alcohol burns down his throat. “God, what is this?”

“Who fucking knows,” Kurt says. “It’ll fuck you right up, though.”

Blaine raises an eyebrow. “You trying to get me drunk?” he asks, taking another small sip of the drink.

Kurt’s grin drops as he shakes his head. “Hell no,” he says, looking almost offended that Blaine would even suggest it. “I’m not super into the sloppy, not-really-able-to-consent thing.”

“Sorry,” Blaine raises a hand. “It was a joke. Sorry.”

Kurt looks him over, then sighs, shrugging a bit. “No, jeez, it’s fine. Just, you know. No. I’m really, really not.”

Blaine takes another sip of the drink, then says, “You should probably take this away from me, then. I don’t think I have a high enough tolerance to take much more of that.”

Kurt laughs at that, and it feels like the heavy cloud that had briefly descended over them has lifted. Blaine hands Kurt the drink, which Kurt places precariously on a nearby shelf. He takes a final gulp of his own drink, then sets it next to Blaine’s abandoned one.

“Come with me,” he says, sending a quick glance around the room. Then, he starts to walk towards the stairs near the back of the living room, and Blaine is quick to follow. He looks around the room a few times himself, but nobody seems to be paying them any attention. Everyone is still too busy congratulating Mike, or making out, or drunkenly dancing.

Kurt leads him up the stairs and down a hallway with confidence. Blaine’s stomach constricts as he wonders how often Kurt has done this, lead some girl up here with the exact intentions he has with Blaine.

That Blaine hopes he has.

He doesn’t want to think about that, so he shoves the thought away as Kurt turns the knob on a door right at the end of the hall, then grabs Blaine by the wrist and tugs him in.

Kurt closes the door by pressing Blaine up against it, immediately bringing his lips down onto Blaine’s. Blaine moans into his mouth, and yeah, this will do to distract him from his previous thoughts.

Blaine brings his hands up to Kurt’s chest, fisting his jersey as he moves his lips against Kurt’s. Kurt licks at his bottom lip, and Blaine parts it, happy to accept Kurt’s tongue into his mouth.

“God,” Blaine whispers when Kurt breaks the kiss. Kurt doesn’t respond, just ducks his head and starts to suck kisses onto the side of Blaine’s neck. Blaine’s head falls back against the door, and it hurts, but not enough to distract from the wonderful feeling of Kurt definitely giving him a hickey.

Without warning, Kurt brings his hands down to the back of Blaine’s thighs and scoops him up. Blaine squeals, just for a moment, before he manages to wrap his legs around Kurt’s hips, hands coming up to Kurt’s shoulders to get a better grip.

Kurt grins up at him, and Blaine leans down to kiss him, feeling breathless. Kurt is holding him up as if he weighs nothing, and god, if that isn’t way hotter than Blaine ever thought it would be.

Still without speaking, Kurt turns them around and starts to walk them over to a bed that Blaine doesn’t even see until Kurt has unceremoniously dropped him onto it.

Blaine bounces a little, arms and legs akimbo as he tries to settle onto the mattress. Kurt climbs onto the bed, kneeling over Blaine, then cups his face in his hands and brings him back in for yet another kiss.

Blaine’s mind is swimming when Kurt breaks their kiss, brings his hands up behind his neck and pulls his jersey off. Blaine’s lips part at the sight of Kurt in his undershirt, though he doesn’t have much time to appreciate that, as it’s gone almost as quickly as the jersey is.

“Wow,” Blaine brings a hand up to Kurt’s stomach, feeling the muscles contract under his touch.

Kurt raises an eyebrow at him, then mutters, “Now you.”

It’s the first thing he’s said since they got in here, and his voice is lower than Blaine is used to hearing it. It causes shivers to run down Blaine’s spine as he hurries to get his shirt off too. He’s less graceful about it than Kurt had been, but that doesn’t matter when his shirt is tossed aside and Kurt has leaned down to press their naked chests together as they kiss.

Blaine’s hands come to Kurt’s back, fingers digging into the muscles there. He sighs happily as Kurt starts to kiss down his neck again, running one hand up Kurt’s smooth back to grip his shoulder.

Kurt doesn’t stop at just the neck this time, though. He keeps moving down to Blaine’s clavicle, then down to swirl his tongue around one of Blaine’s nipples. Blaine gasps, back arching up a little, and he can feel Kurt grin around him before continuing his path down.

He’s just kissed past Blaine’s belly button when Blaine feels fingers popping the button of his jeans and lowering his zipper. Blaine brings himself up onto his elbows to watch as Kurt pulls down his jeans and underwear in one go, dragging them down to Blaine’s knees. Wordlessly, Blaine kicks his shoes off his feet, and once that’s done Kurt pulls Blaine’s pants down the rest of the way, then peels his socks off as well, tossing them over his shoulder without a care.

Then, Kurt’s face is in front of Blaine’s cock for the second time in two days, and Blaine barely has time to breathe before Kurt has wrapped his lips around the head.

Blaine falls onto his back with a loud moan, covering his eyes with his forearm. Kurt’s mouth is just as amazing as he remembers it being, wet and hot and absolutely wonderful. He starts to take more of Blaine into his mouth, and Blaine groans again, bringing his arm down to bite onto his forearm to stop himself from making too much noise.

“Don’t,” Kurt says, pulling off him for a moment. “I want to hear you.”

“But—” someone else might hear.

“Blaine,” Kurt says, and it knocks the breath right out of Blaine’s lungs to hear Kurt say his name like that. “I want to hear you.”

Blaine nods, and just like that Kurt is back to work, covering Blaine’s cock with his mouth easily.

Blaine’s eyes shut and he fists the blanket beneath him with one hand. His other hand continues to grip Kurt’s shoulder, warm skin amazing under his fingertips, though nowhere near as amazing as the hot as sin mouth around his dick.

He loses track of how long Kurt is down there, doing nothing but groan and mutter, “Fuck,” and “Kurt!” over and over again as Kurt gives him the best blowjob of his life.

In fact, he’s so lost in it that he doesn’t notice Kurt pulling two small packets out of his back pocket. Nor does he notice Kurt undo his own pants to pull his cock out. Nor does he notice Kurt opening one of the packets and squirting some of its contents onto his fingers.

He only clues in to any of these actions when Kurt brings a hand up to part Blaine’s thighs slightly and suddenly there’s a slick finger resting against Blaine’s hole.

Blaine’s eyes open immediately at that, and he says, “Wait, Kurt,” before Kurt manages to push the finger inside.

Kurt pulls off of him in an instant, eyes wide and practically black, lips red and slick. It’s at that moment that Blaine realizes that Kurt’s dick is out, and he mumbles a quiet, “Shit,” at the sight of it, hard and curved up towards Kurt’s stomach, thick and gorgeous.

It’s also when he notices the opened packet of lube and the condom lying next to it.

“Um,” Blaine clears his throat. “I…”

“Shit,” Kurt says, pulling back so that his face is no longer directly over Blaine’s cock. “Fuck, Blaine, I’m so sorry.”

“No, no,” Blaine has to force himself away from where Kurt’s cock is standing up from the split in his jeans. “It’s, um.” He has to look away from Kurt’s face, too, because it’s all just… a lot. “Can we just talk for a second?”

“Yeah, sure,” Kurt says, and he quietly shuffles himself down the bed until he’s lying on his side next to Blaine. Blaine turns to face him, suddenly incredibly aware of just how naked he currently is. “What did you want to talk about?” Kurt asks, and Blaine bites down on his bottom lip.

“I just…” he looks past Kurt’s shoulder, to a grey dresser up against the wall. “What are we doing?”

When he looks back to Kurt, it’s to find him with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk on his face. “We’re having sex, Blaine,” he responds, the ever so slightly cocky tone in his voice masking any condescension.

“Yeah, but why?” Blaine swallows thickly. “I mean, you’re, you know. Straight.”

Kurt shrugs. “I thought so,” he licks his lips, still swollen from sucking Blaine’s cock, and fuck, it’s so hard to actually keep having this conversation. “But I’ve always felt like… well, now I know it’s attraction, but I used to think it was just this pull? Towards you. Like we were meant to be friends, like I wanted to hang out with you more, see you more. Just be around you more. And then Finn set you up with that asshole, and…” he shrugs, as though it’s that simple. “I don’t know. Guess it clicked into place that I’m into you.”

Blaine lets out an exhale of disbelief. “You’re into me?”

“Well, duh,” Kurt says, waving a hand between them. “Blaine, I’ve blown you twice now. You didn’t get that?”

Blaine licks his lips. “I don’t know, I guess I didn’t know what to think. You haven’t really said anything.”

“Sorry,” Kurt says. “I usually like to let my actions speak for themselves.”

“Right,” Blaine nods. He presses his lips together. “But, um. Are your actions saying that you just want to hook up, or like… that you want to date me?”

Kurt’s lips tick up ever so slightly at that, but he doesn’t respond. Which, of course, makes Blaine nervously continue to babble.

“Because, like, I’m fine with hooking up,” he says, tongue heavy in his mouth. “But if that’s all it is I don’t think I want to do… what you were starting to do. I mean, all of my sexual firsts so far have been just hooking up, and I feel like I really want one that I can save for someone who actually wants to be with me and go out on dates with me and hold my hand in the hallway and—”

“Blaine,” Kurt holds a hand up.

“Sorry,” Blaine says, wincing. “And I’m sorry if that’s too much pressure, because I’m not saying you need to come out so that I’ll have anal sex with you, or that you think I’m trying to manipulate you into going out with me so that I’ll let you—”

“Blaine, stop,” Kurt is laughing now and actually brings his held up hand to Blaine’s lips, forcing him to stop. He’s grinning as Blaine takes in a deep breath, and then he removes his hand from Blaine’s lips and says, “I like you.”

Blaine’s heart soars. “Yeah?”

Kurt nods. “Yeah. And I would love to date you. Not just because I want to fuck you, even though believe me, I do,” his eyes widen at that, as though to fully confirm to Blaine that he’s telling the truth. “But because you’re a cool guy, and you’re kind of super hot, which I didn’t really think guys could be. Plus,” he brings his finger up to run it down the side of Blaine’s face, and Blaine sighs happily as he does it. “You’re my good luck charm. Always have been. I mean, thinking about it now it’s actually kind of insane that I didn’t realize I liked you until just now.”

Blaine laughs at that, cheeks flush and heart warm. “So, you really want to date me?”

Kurt nods again. “Yeah, Blaine. I really want to date you. In fact,” he leans up on one elbow. “Are you free tomorrow night?”

Blaine raises an eyebrow, smile widening. “Yeah.”

“Great. Then I’ll pick you up at seven for our first official date.”

Blaine grins. “Wow. Okay, yeah. That’s… yeah,” he finds himself glancing down to Kurt’s naked cock, still hard despite the intermission. “But, um… I still don’t think I want to…” he flushes, looking back up to Kurt’s face. “Not yet, at least.”

“Eh, I’m cool with that,” Kurt says, and it sounds like he genuinely means it. “I can still blow you, right?”

And just like that Blaine’s gone from a semi to a full-on erection once again. “Y-Yeah,” he stutters, eyes wide. “You definitely can.”

Kurt’s smile turns absolutely feral as he says, “Great,” before starting to move himself back down to Blaine’s cock.

Blaine turns back onto his back, eyes wide as he stares up at the ceiling of god-knows-who’s bedroom, lips parted as Kurt sinks down over his cock again.

He turns back toward the door and closes his eyes again, taking in a deep breath. Then, he forces himself to push in the key and turn it, opening the door.

The very first thing he does upon arriving is check his appearance in the hallway mirror. His hair is a little out of order, but not as much as he was worried it would be, and his cheeks are a little red, but otherwise he thinks he looks fairly normal.

Or at least not like he just went down on a guy for the first time in his life.

He calls out, “I’m home!” as he switches from his outdoor to his indoor shoes.

Surprisingly, the only response comes from Mike, who shouts, “Bedroom!”

Blaine frowns and heads upstairs, turning right instead of his usual left to make his way to Mike’s bedroom at the end of the hall. He knocks on the door lightly, then opens it, peeking in.

“Hey,” he says, eyes settling on Mike and Kurt, both lying on their stomachs on the floor, a video game controller in each of their hands. “Uh, where are Moms?”

“Mama P was freaking out a little,” Mike says, eyes glued to the screen. “So Mama J decided they should have a date of their own to get her mind off it. They’ve been gone for a few hours now.”

“Oh,” Blaine presses his lips together, not sure if he should feel bad about that or not.

He glances at Kurt, who is also staring at the TV steadfast, as though Blaine wasn’t even there.

That is, of course, until Mike pauses the game, causing Kurt to let out a loud, “Hey, whoa, what the hell man?!”

“Shut up,” Mike tells him. “So?” This is directed at Blaine, as he shifts to sit up on the floor, eyes wide and a huge smile on his face. “How was it?”

Blaine shrugs, stepping a little further into the room. He looks over at Kurt, who is glaring at Mike and still very much not making eye contact with Blaine.

“It was good,” he says, turning his eyes to Mike.

Mike scowls at him. “Just good?”

Blaine shrugs again. “I don’t know. We got coffee and then he took me to this park he likes,” he can feel his cheeks heating up at the thought of that, and he licks over his front teeth self-consciously. “He was nice. Like, I liked him. I don’t know.”

“You sound real enthusiastic about it,” Kurt finally says, probably the first words he’s said to Blaine in days.

Blaine swallows thickly. “Well, I don’t know. I guess I’m still processing it all.”

“Hey,” Mike stands up, a frown taking over his face. “Did something happen?”

“What?” Blaine instantly shakes his head. “No. What do you mean by that?”

“I mean, he didn’t… take advantage of your or anything, did he?”

Blaine licks his lips, shaking his head again. “Of course not. He just…” he presses his lips together tightly. “Never mind.”

“Hey, whoa, come on,” Mike reaches out to place a hand on Blaine’s shoulder. “You can tell me. Seriously. Did he, like…?”

“No, Mike, stop,” Blaine rolls his eyes. “I’m not some little whimpering flower whose virtue you have to protect or anything, okay?” He shakes his brother’s hand off his shoulder. “It was just…” he glances back to see Kurt looking up at him, eyebrows raised high, not really looking annoyed but also nowhere near happy. He can’t really explain the emotion that seems to be written across Kurt’s face at the moment.

Blaine takes a deep breath, then quietly and quickly says, “I got him off, but he didn’t do the same for me.”

Mike and Kurt say, “What?” at the exact same time, though their inflection is completely different. Mike’s is confused, eyebrows furrowing as he leans forward as though he didn’t quiet hear Blaine correctly. Kurt, on the other hand, sounds like he can’t believe what he just heard. He jumps to his feet quickly closing the distance between him and the Anderson-Chang brothers instantly.

“What the hell do you mean he didn’t do the same for you?” Kurt asks, eyes narrowed. “Like he just… got his and was like, okay, let’s go home?”

Blaine shrugs. “I don’t… Yeah?”

“Wait, what?” Mike still sounds confused.

“Oh, fuck no,” Kurt says before Blaine can clarify to Mike. “No, what the hell? Who the fuck does this guy think he is?”

“I mean, I didn’t exactly ask him to return the favor or anything,” Blaine says. “And like, he was kind of out of it after I finished? I think he was just tired, and he still had to drive me and himself home, so I don’t know.”

Kurt shakes his head, clearly pissed off. “Can’t believe it,” he mutters. “You know, some guys are real pieces of shit.”

“Whoa, Kurt,” Mike says, staring at his friend in shock.

“Don’t even start with me, Mike,” Kurt says, waving a dismissive hand. “As if you would ever let Mercedes go down on you without immediately returning the favor.”

It’s like a light turns on above Mike’s head, and he turns to Blaine with wide, angry eyes. “He what?!”

“Look, it’s not that big of a deal,” Blaine says, glancing between the two boys. “It was just a bit weird, but not like, a dealbreaker or anything.”

“Excuse me?” Kurt asks. “Not a – so, what, you’re going to go out with this guy again?”

“I don’t know,” Blaine says, shrugging helplessly. “I… maybe? He was really nice the rest of the date, like we got along really well, and he made me feel really great. It was just right at the end that it got weird, but I don’t want to completely judge based on that.”

Kurt shakes his head. “I can’t fucking believe this,” he mutters. “So, just so I got this straight: homeboy buttered you up with a few compliments, then made you go down on him and didn’t even bother to get you off afterwards, and you’re still considering going out with him again?”

“Well it’s not like I have a ton of other options, Kurt,” he snaps, voice far icier than he planned for it to be.

Kurt immediately presses his lips together, eyebrows still furrowed and eyes on fire. Blaine takes in a deep breath, then another, the weirdness of the past few days as well as the confusion over the end of his date with Sebastian swirling within him.

He closes his eyes, breathes in and out again, then says, “Sorry. I’m just… tired.” He opens his eyes again and, directing himself to Mike, says, “I think I’m just going to hit the hay.”

Mike frowns. “Blaine—”

“We can talk tomorrow, okay?” Blaine looks at his brother pleadingly. “I’m just… really tired right now.”

He sees Mike’s Adam’s apple bob, but he still nods. Blaine sends a brief glance Kurt’s way, but immediately looks away when he sees the anger still lingering behind his eyes. He gives Mike a short, forced smile and then leaves the room, shutting the door behind him and quickly making his way to his own room.

He undresses as soon as he gets there, putting his pyjamas on instantly and flopping hard onto his bed.

He can’t believe Kurt. That he’d have the audacity to say those things to him after completely ignoring him for two days. Like he has any right to comment on the guys that Blaine goes out with when he…

Blaine presses his face into his pillow and groans as loud as he knows he can without Mike and Kurt hearing.

The thing is part of him knows that Kurt is right. Yeah, it shouldn’t be a dealbreaker that Sebastian didn’t get him off, but it still feels weird. Like an oversight that could have been very easily corrected. One that shouldn’t have happened, especially considering how obviously into Blaine Sebastian had been the whole evening.

It kind of makes him wonder if this was all Sebastian really wanted, and now that he got it…

Blaine groans yet again.

Things were already complicated enough, why the hell did they have to get even more complicated?

He closes his eyes, shifting his face so that it’s not directly in the pillow anymore. Stupid Kurt, making him think these things, and stupid Sebastian for not just giving him a stupid handjob, and stupid Mike for… whatever, being friends with Kurt.

Blaine lets out a small exhale, feeling his entire body relax into the bed. Everything and everybody may be stupid right now, but at least his bed is comfortable, and his pillow is soft and…

He must doze off, because at the sound of a soft knock at his door he feels as though someone just dumped cold water over him. He looks around, confused, finding his light still on but that the sky is dark outside. There’s a tiny puddle of drool on his pillow, and it just draws attention to how gross his mouth feels. He really should have brushed his teeth first thing after coming home.

There’s another knock, this time followed by a very quiet, “Blaine?”

Blaine’s heart skips a beat as he recognizes Kurt’s voice. He gets out of his bed as quickly as his body will allow him and hurries to the door, opening it just a crack.

“Hey,” Kurt says, looking over Blaine’s face. “Uh. Sorry, were you asleep?”

“It’s fine,” Blaine mumbles. “Can I help you?”

Kurt licks his lips, then says, “Can I come in?”

Blaine frowns in confusion, but still shrugs and takes a step back, swinging his door open a little more. Kurt immediately slips into the room, then closes the door behind him.

For a moment he just stares at Blaine, not moving from where he’s standing right in front of the door. Blaine frowns, glancing from Kurt’s face to the door behind him, trying to figure out what the heck is even happening right now.

Maybe he’s having some weird kind of fever dream.

Kurt keeps staring at Blaine, like he’s a puzzle he just can’t decipher, and it’s starting to freak Blaine out a little bit.

And then, as though it’s the most natural thing in the world, Kurt reaches out and starts to undo the drawstring on Blaine’s pyjama pants.

“Whoa, Kurt—”

Kurt stops instantly, eyes going back to Blaine’s, blue and sure. His fingers hold the drawstrings loosely, and he raises a challenging eyebrow.

Blaine’s breath starts to come faster, his mind hurrying to catch up. Kurt is here, in his room, trying to undo Blaine’s pants, but not doing anything anymore. It’s like he’s waiting, waiting for Blaine to…

Blaine swallows thickly, then nods his head.

Still without speaking, Kurt finishes untying Blaine’s drawstrings, then brings his hands to Blaine’s hips and pulls down his pants and underwear in one quick movement.

Blaine inhales sharply as the cool air of the room hits his dick, already half-hard in anticipation for what he hopes is about to come.

Kurt stares down at his cock for a moment and then, unceremoniously, drops to his knees in front of Blaine.

“Kurt,” Blaine says, the word strangled as it leaves his mouth.

Kurt places on hand on Blaine’s naked hip, then brings the other up to his mouth, holding up a finger in front of his lips.

Blaine bites down on his own bottom lip, staring down entranced as Kurt places his free hand on Blaine’s other hip and then, as though it’s something they do all the time, leans forward and sucks Blaine’s cock into his mouth.

“Fuck,” Blaine gasps, bringing a hand up to stop any more words from leaving his mouth. Kurt just raises an eyebrow up at him, clearly unimpressed, but doesn’t move away. Instead, he starts to bob his head lightly, silky soft cheeks perfectly warm and wet around Blaine.

Blaine bites down on one of his knuckles, unable to tear his eyes away from what must be some kind of hyper-realistic wet dream. Because Kurt can’t actually be here, in his room, on his knees in front of Blaine, sucking him off. Kurt is straight. He knows Kurt is straight. He just heard him bragging to Mike about having seen at least half of the cheerios boobs the other day. How could straight Kurt be here, now, doing something so incredibly not-straight if this wasn’t a dream?

But it can’t be a dream, because Blaine is here, he’s awake and he’s real, and so is the mouth surrounding his dick. And so are the blue eyes, blue eyes he’s spent so long dreaming about, staring up at him from his position on the floor.

Without removing Blaine’s dick from his mouth, Kurt takes Blaine’s free hand and brings it to the back of his head, encouraging Blaine to thread his fingers through his hair. It’s thick and soft, but not as soft as the inside of his mouth, or as smooth as his tongue wrapping around the head of his cock and –

“I’m not going to last,” Blaine manages to say quietly.

He could swear that Kurt grins around him before closing his eyes and starting to bob up and down Blaine’s cock again, dragging Blaine’s useless hand along with him.

Blaine can’t tear his eyes away from the sight before him as he feels his orgasm building. It’s Kurt, Kurt that he’s liked for so long, Kurt that he’s always known could never be his. Kurt, Kurt, Kurt on his knees in front of him, licking around his cock as he sucks him down.

It’s every fantasy Blaine’s ever had come to life, except ten million times better.

Kurt’s tongue flicks out, licking at the slit of Blaine’s cock, and that’s it. Blaine is done. He bites down on his knuckle again to stop from moaning out loud as he comes, hand clenching around Kurt’s hair and holding him against his groin.

He can feel Kurt swallowing around him as he starts to come down, just before he lets Blaine’s dick slip out of his mouth. He lets Blaine go completely and leans down to pick up the pyjama pants and underwear pooled around Blaine’s ankles. He grabs them and leads them up Blaine’s legs, careful to tuck Blaine’s cock into his underwear gently when he reaches it.

Once Blaine is once again fully dressed, Kurt stands up and rubs off the tiny bit of dust that has collected on his knees.

Because he was just on his knees. In Blaine’s bedroom. Giving him a blowjob.

Blaine glances down, noticing that Kurt is hard in his jeans. He reaches forward tentatively, but Kurt brings a hand out and grabs his wrist, stopping him. Without saying a word, he shakes his head.

“But—”

Kurt brings a finger up to Blaine’s lips, stopping him from speaking. Blaine swallows thickly as he and Kurt stare at each other, trying to figure out what the hell is going on behind those gorgeous eyes.

Blaine wants to agree with them. He knows they’re being logical, that they’re just looking out for him, but he’s also having a bit of a hard time imagining going to the prom with some guy he’s never even met. Especially since basically all of his prom-related fantasies so far have been about Kurt asking him to dance and then admitting that he’s madly in love with him while they’re on the dance floor.

Which, of course, is unrealistic, and that’s the point he supposes. Because no matter how much he wonders and hopes, at the end of the day Kurt is still straight, and Blaine is still very much a boy. It’s not going to happen, and he’s known it since the day he started to realize he’d developed feelings for his brothers best friend. He needs to accept it.

Especially since now he has a guy who actually likes guys and seems to like him wanting to go on a date with him.

He falls asleep that night telling himself that this will be a good thing, knowing full-well that he doesn’t believe it for a second.

**

The days leading up to his date with Sebastian are weird. Mostly because Kurt is weird.

He isn’t ignoring Blaine, per say, but he also isn’t seeking him out. He doesn’t stop to talk to him when they pass each other in the hallway, and at lunch he doesn’t try and convince Blaine to join them at the football table. He just nods and waves, or says a quick, “Hey,” and is on his way.

The hopeful part of Blaine keeps whispering that maybe, maybe, maybe, but he tells it to shut up. Kurt’s been weird around him forever, even before Blaine started to like him. He’s not about to suddenly develop feelings for Blaine, especially not feelings deep enough to evoke this kind of jealous reaction.

Maybe he’s annoyed about Blaine saying that he’s more Mike’s friend. Maybe Kurt took it to mean that Blaine doesn’t consider them friends.

Or, maybe Kurt is in a fight with Finn (a very common occurrence) and took Blaine agreeing to be set up with Finn’s friend as Blaine siding with Finn.

Or, maybe he’s just stressed about the upcoming football game, or any of the other dozen logical explanations that Blaine forces himself to come up with to shut up the tiny voice in his head whispering that it’s because Blaine is going on a date with someone else.

Either way, by the time school ends on Friday, Blaine feels weird.

Not weird enough to cancel the date, but still weird.

“Hey, baby,” Mama J is waiting for him in the parking lot a block down from the school. She greets him with a hug and a quick kiss to the top of his head. “You okay? You looked deep in thought there.”

Blaine shrugs, heading toward the passenger door. “Just thinking about later.”

She grins, “That’s right! Your big date is tonight.”

They both step into the car, and Blaine sighs. “Mom don’t get too excited. I don’t even know this guy.”

“I know, I know, but come on honey, it’s your first date. I’m allowed to be a little excited about it.”

He rolls his eyes but smiles as he does it. “I guess it’s better than Mama P wanting to threaten him with grandpa’s old shotgun.”

Mama J rolls her eyes as she starts the car. “Oh, ignore your mother, she’s just upset that this means you’re not a baby anymore. She did the same thing when Mike started going out with Mercedes, and now look, she adores her.”

Blaine chuckles, remembering how yes, in fact, Mama P had also wanted to threaten Mercedes when Mike admitted they’d been out on a couple dates and that he was going to ask her to be his girlfriend. Mama J, on the other hand, had been just as excited about Mike beginning to date as she seems to be about Blaine doing so.

His phone dings, and he sees that it’s a text from Sebastian with a picture attached. He opens it to find a selfie of an admittedly cute guy, captioned with Can’t wait to see you in a few hours! This is what I look like, in case you forgot ;)

“Is that him?” Mama J asks.

“Yeah,” Blaine says, texting Sebastian back saying that he’s looking forward to it as well. “He just sent me a picture so I’d be able to recognize him.”

“Oh, let me see!” She immediately snatches the phone out of his hand.

“Mom, oh my god, you’re driving,” Blaine says, eyes widening as she looks at the picture, eyes continuously flicking back to the road.

“I can multitask, baby,” she says. She looks a bit longer, then tosses the phone back to Blaine. “Huh.”

Blaine frowns. “What’s ‘huh’? What does that mean?”

She shrugs, suddenly very invested in keeping her focus on the road. “Nothing.”

“Mom.”

She glances at him briefly. “It’s just… He looks a little like Kurt, don’t you think?”

Blaine’s lips immediately press tight together. He pulls the picture back up, looking at it a little closer. At the angular face, the upswept light brown hair, the hint of freckles across his nose.

Shit.

“Oh my god,” Blaine closes his eyes, bringing his phone up to his chest.

“It’s okay, though!” Mama J quickly says. “Maybe it’s just the picture.”

It’s not, though. Because now that she says it, he specifically remembers seeing a Dalton player that he thought looked like Kurt, and he remembers thinking he was cute, but that Kurt was way cuter.

Shit.

He takes a deep breath, then says, “It’s fine.”

“Baby—”

“Really, Mom. I don’t want to talk about it. I’m kind of nervous enough already.”

She nods, and after a few moments of silence she turns on the radio.

Well.

He feels even weirder now.

**

Sebastian wanted to meet at the Lima Bean, which is thankfully within walking distance of Blaine’s house. Meaning neither of his moms, or Mike, need to drive him, meaning they can’t linger and watch him during any part of this.

Mama J still gets emotional, telling him he looks really nice, and Mama P reminds him to be careful and that if, “that boy tries absolutely anything I will hunt him down myself.” Mike just gives him an enthusiastic thumbs up.

Blaine texts Sam and Tina the entire way there, letting their excitement over this pump him up and distract him from the fact that he’s trying to move on from Kurt with a guy who looks like he could be Kurt’s cousin.

When he arrives at the coffee shop, he immediately sees Sebastian sitting inside. He’s still wearing his Dalton uniform, which makes Blaine look down at his own carefully picked out outfit with a frown, but he also has two cups of coffee sitting in front of him.

Taking a deep breath, Blaine pushes the door open and walks in.

**

Within ten minutes, all of Blaine’s worries have flown out the window.

For one, Sebastian doesn’t look that much like Kurt this close as he had on the football field, nor like he’d looked in the picture. And whatever similarities they have disappear in Blaine’s mind as they talk and it becomes crystal clear that their personalities are absolute opposites.

Sebastian is cocky and a little bit pretentious, but just enough to interest Blaine instead of turn him off. He talks like a kid who’s gone to private school his entire life, and actually engages Blaine when he talks about what he’s learning in English and History class instead of trying to get him to shut up like most of his friends do. He doesn’t tease Blaine for liking to study, or for having mostly academically focused goals.  And, when he eats his biscotti, he finishes chewing before he speaks.

But, most importantly, he doesn’t confuse Blaine.

There has not been a single second since Blaine sat down that he hasn’t felt Sebastian’s interest. It’s almost palpable. It’s in the way he watches Blaine, the way he listens. How he compliments him every other second, and occasionally says, “I really can’t believe how much hotter you are than I remember.”

How he plays with Blaine’s foot under the table, and, as the date goes on, starts to trail said foot up Blaine’s calf.

It’s intoxicating. Being wanted. Blaine’s never been wanted this obviously by anybody before.

It envelops him.

Which is why he’s more than happy to agree when Sebastian asks if he wants to go for a drive. “This place is starting to get a little stuffy, I think,” he says, foot rubbing up Blaine’s calf slowly.

He stands up with Sebastian, heart warming at how the taller boy immediately reaches out to take his hand. He lets Sebastian lead him out of the shop and to his car, heart hammering in his chest.

He wonders if Sebastian is planning to kiss him.

He kind of hopes that he is.

He gets in the passenger seat of Sebastian’s car. He glances at the backseat, and immediately notices that it’s spotless. No McDonald’s bags or cups thrown around, no Cheeto dust stains on the seats, no heap of dirty laundry taking up one of the seats.

He shakes his head, forcing the comparison out of his mind. Even if he’s favoring Sebastian with it, he knows it’s not good to compare him to Kurt in any way.

Instead, he forces himself to focus on how Sebastian tells him about this little park he found after the game a few weeks ago, and how as soon as he’d seen it, he knew he wanted to take someone special there. It’s easy to focus on that, especially when Sebastian smiles at him and then leans over and places his hand just above Blaine’s knee, making it more than clear that he’s the special someone he’s referring to.

His hand is a warm, constant presence on Blaine’s leg the entire ride, and it makes Blaine’s heart rate speed up.

He’s definitely going to kiss me.

It takes about ten minutes to get from the Lima Bean to the park. It’s small, like Sebastian said, mostly trees and grass, with a tiny pond near the center.

It’s also completely deserted.

Sebastian takes his hand off of Blaine’s leg to undo their seatbelts (and something about the way that Sebastian unclicks Blaine’s seatbelt makes his stomach do a flip), then turns to him with a mischievous smile.

“So,” he says, glancing around. “This is it.”

Blaine nods, looking out the front window to the park in front of them. “It’s really nice. Peaceful.”

“Yeah,” Sebastian says.

Blaine turns back to him with a smile. “Do you want to walk around a bit?”

Sebastian raises an eyebrow at him, smile growing a little. “Not yet,” he says.

Blaine is about to ask what he means by that, but then Sebastian is leaning forward, hand going back to Blaine’s thigh, higher this time, and pressing their lips together.

It’s basically everything Blaine dreamed his first kiss would be. It’s soft, tender, slow. Sebastian doesn’t deepen it yet, just presses their lips together gently. It’s totally and completely perfect.

(Well. Almost. But he pushes that thought away).

When Sebastian pulls away, it’s with a, “God, you’re so hot,” before he leans back in, bringing a hand up to cup the back of Blaine’s head so that he can angle their second kiss better.

This one is harder, deeper, and Blaine lets himself be swept away by it. He lets Sebastian lead, lets him move Blaine’s head however he wants it, lets him slide his tongue into Blaine’s mouth when he tries.

“Just,” Sebastian whispers, separating briefly before kissing Blaine a third time. “So hot,” a fourth kiss follows, and Blaine is pretty sure that he’s starting to lose some brain cells.

How do people do this all the time?

“Your mouth,” Sebastian says after they part again, bringing his hand from the back of Blaine’s head to his jaw, cupping it and bringing his thumb up to rub against Blaine’s lips.

As though it’s the most natural thing in the world, Blaine finds himself sucking Sebastian’s thumb into his mouth. It’s clearly the right move, because Sebastian’s eyes close and he groans, head falling back ever so slightly.

Encouraged, Blaine swirls his tongue over the tip of Sebastian’s thumb, and that just makes Sebastian moan a little louder.

Sebastian’s eyes flutter open, and he slips his thumb out of Blaine’s mouth. “Do you want to?”

Blaine nods immediately, brain not fully understanding the question. Still, he’s hard in his jeans, and he really wants Sebastian to kiss him again, and at this point he’s pretty sure that he would let Sebastian do anything he wanted.

Sebastian grins at Blaine’s assent and leans forward to kiss him again, and it’s so, so wonderful. Blaine wonders how he’s managed to live seventeen years without experiencing this, because it really is one of the best feelings in the world.

He hears the sound of metal clinking together and pulls away from the kiss with a wet smack of his lips. Following the source of the sound, he looks down and sees Sebastian has just finished undoing his belt and is now popping the button on his jeans.

Blaine’s heart speeds up. He hadn’t thought this far, not at all, but he just told Sebastian he wanted to, and he knows he can back out because he really hadn’t understood, not really, but his cock is so hard in his jeans, and Sebastian’s is too, he can see it as Sebastian lowers his zipper, bulging against his underwear and oh god, oh god…

Sebastian manages to lower his jeans and underwear down just enough to free his cock and balls, and Blaine feels his own cock jump in his jeans at the sight. It’s nice, honestly, nicer than Blaine’s own, and nowhere near as intimidating as he always imagined it would be.

He must be too quiet for too long, because Sebastian brings his hand back up to Blaine’s chin, frowning. “Hey,” he says. “I know you said yes before, but if you don’t want to…”

Blaine’s eyes fall back down to Sebastian’s dick and he licks his lips nervously. The action causes Sebastian’s cock to twitch, and the sight of it causes Blaine’s cock to do the same.

“Blaine,” he forces himself to look up and into Sebastian’s eyes. Sebastian looks at him steadily and asks, “Do you want to?”

There’s no doubt anymore. No questions about what he means. Blaine is now fully and completely aware of the situation, no longer overwhelmed by the feeling of kissing another boy for the first time in his life.