3:58-6:26 p.m.

He's not all that surprised that Blaine is sleeping right now. It was shortly after the second time he slept with him that he dozed off. Checking the time, Kurt estimates Blaine has been asleep for almost an hour. He did nothing to keep him awake. He figured Blaine needed the rest after everything they've done so far. To know he's worn Blaine out actually makes him chuckle. It gives him a sense of pride at knowing he could do that.

Hell, if he could, he would have Blaine awake right now and have them doing things that his body would be greatly enjoying. But, he lets him sleep; lets him rest. He would be sleeping himself, but he's too wound up. Too excited. His body is still on the high of pleasure.

Gazing at Blaine as he sleeps, lying on his stomach and arms under the pillow his head rests on, Kurt smiles as he listens to him softly snore. Blaine snores in a way Kurt finds cute, but with anybody else it would be annoying. His unruly curls fall across his forehead, sticking up in all different places in other areas. The sheet rests low on his hips, right above his ass, and Kurt can't help but to enjoy how sexy that sight is. The expanse of Blaine's back, the shift of muscles under tan skin when he moves is alluring and sexy.

Outside the rain still falls. But not as hard as earlier. Raindrops lightly patter against the window. The sun is still blocked out by dark gray clouds, making it seem later than what is really is. Looking outside and seeing how drab and dreary it is, Kurt is glad to be inside in a warm bed with Blaine. The heat of Blaine's body providing him a comfortable warmth that he wouldn't have if he were alone at the moment.

Barely skimming his fingers down along Blaine's spine, feeling the knobs of his spine as his fingers pass over each one; Kurt stops his hand right above Blaine's ass. Toying with edge of the sheet, debating for a few seconds, he decides to be brave and just do it. He slides his hand under the sheet. Passing his hand over the firmness of Blaine's ass; looking up to make sure he is still sleeping, he bites his lower lip and grins as he gently squeezes Blaine's ass. Feeling the soft flesh under his hand, he imagines what it would be like to stretch Blaine open. He thinks about how it would feel to push into his body; to slowly thrust into him, and have him moaning beneath him. The idea alone has his cock twitching in interest.

Drawing his hand back when Blaine mumbles something in his sleep, running his fingers back up his back, Kurt stops when Blaine shifts the slightest. That's when he sees it for the first time. (Of course being too preoccupied before to notice if.) It's about three inches in length, and goes down the side where Blaine's ribcage is. Grazing his fingers over the slightly raised, pink skin of the scar, he wonders how he got it. He's tempted to lean over and press his lips to the area and kiss the scar just like Blaine did with him. But, instead, he drags his fingers back up Blaine's side.

Softly caressing Blaine's cheek, barely feeling the coarse hair along his jaw, Kurt moves his fingers back up and pushes the curls that have fallen across Blaine's forehead. The hair is soft between his fingers, making him tempted to just run his fingers through Blaine's hair until he wakes up. But figuring that to be a little too weird, he drags his forefinger right above Blaine's eyebrow; he smiles when Blaine pushes into his touch. Dragging his finger down the line of Blaine's nose, he knows what he is doing. He's trying to remember everything about Blaine. He wants to remember the planes of his face; wants to remember the feel of soft skin, and hard muscles, under his hand. He wants to remember every little detail of Blaine, that way when he looks back on this he can perfectly recall the man who gave him some of the best hours of his life.

Skimming his fingertips down and barely ghosting them over Blaine's soft, full lips, he begins to ponder what it would feel like to have Blaine's lips pressed to his. Would it be like he imagined a kiss would be? And not what he experienced all those years ago in that locker room. Would Blaine make it tender and sweet, or something entirely different? Would. Would. Would. A lot of woulds run through his mind. But he knows he has to stop thinking about that, or he might be too tempted to lean over and press his mouth to Blaine's. And he doesn't want to do that. He's been on the receiving end of an unwanted kiss; he doesn't want to be responsible for one.

Letting Blaine continue to sleep, and carefully climbing out of bed, Kurt stretches his arms above his head. Doing that, a small flare of pain throbs in his ass. It's not too bad; just uncomfortable. But he figures a little pain is worth the pleasure that came along with it. He, also, figures it should go away in time.

Walking out to where the living room area is, shivering a bit from the cold seeping in from outside, and having no heat, he walks and grabs his sweater Blaine was wearing. Pulling it on, the fabric soft against his skin, the sweater falls down and rests around his thighs. Lifting an edge of the sweater to his nose, breathing in a lungful of the scent lingering on the fabric, he smiles at finding Blaine's cologne clinging to the material. He doesn't mind one bit that it smells like Blaine.

Seeing his phone where he left it on the table, he grabs it and unlocks it. Finding a few messages, he clicks the most recent one from Rachel sent less than five minutes before.

Rachel

Ditching my last class. Buying lunch. Sure you don't want me to get you anything?

Kurt

I'm sure. Tired and lying in bed. Not much of an appetite.

Rachel

Okay. Check-up on you later.

Kurt

Okay.

"God, I'm starved," Kurt mumbles as he locks his phone, tossing it on the cushion of the couch, chuckling at how much he could go for whatever Rachel was going to bring him.

Walking to the kitchen, and heading to the fridge, he pulls open the door. Grabbing a can of coke, popping the tab and taking a long drink, he looks over what he has in his fridge. Running his foot along the back of his calf, the air of the fridge cold as it hits his skin, he grabs some butter and cheese. Setting the items on the counter, grabbing the loaf of bread he has, and a butter knife, he places to slices of bread on a plate.

Leaning back against the counter as he butters the bread, he reflects on what Blaine and he did. He thinks about the way Blaine touched. How he felt inside him; stretching and filling him up in a way that has him aching for it again. He thinks about sweaty, damp bodies moving together in a perfect rhythm quickly learned together that would usually take months; thinks about how Blaine gripped his hips so hard the second time he knows light, finger-shaped bruises are starting to form on his hips. Pressing his hand to one of his hips, feeling the slight pain when he gently presses down, he thinks about how he wants that again. He really enjoyed Blaine being slightly rough with him. Then when he stars to think of Blaine fucking him hard and fast, he can feel himself start to grow hard at the thought.

Letting those thoughts go, for now, he sets a pan over one of the flames of the stove.

"Oh, God." He hears Blaine say behind him in a gruff voice. Spinning around, Kurt drinks in the sight of Blaine in only pajama pants that hang off his hips; just enough to show off the lines of his V that disappears into the pants. He has his messy curls as he rubs the sleep from his eyes. "I'm sorry I fell asleep," he apologizes.

"It's fine," Kurt assures him. "You were tired."

"Part of that is you, and part of it is because of my roommate from hell." Blaine walks over and stands next to Kurt, leaning against the counter by him, giving him a small smile.

"What did your roommate do?" Of course Kurt doesn't need to ask how he is part of the reason Blaine was tired.

"He decided that having a party till five in the morning was the greatest idea. I was so fucking pissed." Kurt can hear how much Blaine is annoyed and frustrated with his roommate as he talks about him. It drips from his voice. "I couldn't sleep because of the noise."

"How do you have energy? I mean...Why come over so early when you could be sleeping right now at your place?"

"Like I said earlier: I like seeing you again. Sleep is overrated; I'd rather be here." Blaine smiles at him. "And I drank like five cups of coffee this morning. I think I was also experiencing the crash."

After Blaine said he rather be here, Kurt barely registers the words he said after that. The fact that Blaine wants to be here with him makes him feel...wanted in a way he thought nobody would ever want him.

"Well...um...Are you hungry? I'm making grilled cheese sandwiches."

"Starved," Blaine replies.

"Are you thirsty? I have some drinks if you are."

"That would be great. Thank you."

Placing a few slices of cheese on the buttered slice of bread, and adding the top slice, Kurt places it in the hot pan.

Walking over to the fridge, he pulls open the door and grabs a can of Coca-Cola for Blaine. Feeling the sweater rise up his thighs, he tugs it back down. Closing the fridge, he hands Blaine his drink.

"Kurt?" Blaine says with curiosity lacing his voice.

"Yeah?" Kurt flips the grilled cheese in the pan.

"Are you wearing any kind of underwear right now?"

Blushing at the question, Kurt looks to Blaine with a grin. "Um...No." He laughs at noticing Blaine's eyes go wide and dart down to the lower half of his body. He doesn't mind being half-naked around Blaine. He is comfortable in his own skin when he is around him, now, that he can stand there in only a sweater and not feel weird or uncomfortable.

"I'm...I apologize in advance if I stare, or don't say anything back to you. Because you in only a sweater is probably the sexiest things I've ever seen."

Kurt feels a deeper warmth bloom in his cheeks at Blaine's words. To know he is distracting to Blaine in a good way makes him feel sexy, and somehow even more beautiful than what Blaine has shown him to be.

Sitting at his dining table after finishing making the grilled cheese, Blaine sitting to the right side of the table, he takes a bite of his food. "Is it okay?" he asks as after seeing Blaine take a bite.

"It's great," Blaine tells him, tearing off a piece of his sandwich and popping it into his mouth. "Thanks."

"No problem." Lifting his legs up, and resting his feet on the edge of the chair, Kurt takes a big bite of his sandwich. "Can I ask you something?"

Sure." Blaine nods his head.

"You said last time that your dad is a surgeon?"

"Yeah."

"And you also said you started this job because you needed the money?"

Blaine nods his head, again. "I think I know where this is going."

"Oh, yeah," Kurt playfully teases. "Where's it going?"

"You want to know why I didn't ask my dad for money and avoid taking this job?"

"Yeah. That's the gist of it." Kurt pushes his empty plate away from him, not surprised at how quickly he finished his grilled cheese since he was hungry. He stands up off the chair. Going to the fridge, he grabs the small container of vanilla ice cream he has. "Was it because he doesn't like that you're gay?" He sets the ice cream on the table and walks to a cabinet to grab cups.

"Actually," Blaine says, "it was my choosing. My father is fine with my sexuality. It took him some time to accept it after I told him. But he's at a place now where he accepts me and loves me. He is past being upset."

"Then why not ask him?" Kurt questions as he sits back down and sets a cup and spoon down in front of Blaine.

"A pride thing, I guess." Blaine shrugs his shoulders. "My parents had helped support me through college. But, afterwards, I wanted to show them I could do it on my own."

"So, it's safe to assume you make a decent living doing what you do?" Kurt takes the lid off the ice cream and starts to scoop some into his cup.

"You would be right." Blaine takes the carton when Kurt pushes it to him.

Pouring coke over the ice cream in his cup, watching it foam up, Kurt thinks about something else. "Have you ever thought of quitting?"

"A few times," Blaine replies as he licks the ice cream that dripped onto his thumb, Kurt stares a little too hard when he does that. He then pours the remainder of his coke over the ice cream in his cup. "But, of course, nothing came of that because I'm here."

"Well then," Kurt says. "I'm glad you didn't quit. Who knows who I would have gotten if you did."

"I'm glad I didn't quit, either," Blaine replies with a small smile.

Blushing, Kurt looks down to his ice cream float. Scooping out a spoonful of ice cream and coke, he eats it, enjoying the sweet taste on his tongue. Sticking his spoon back in his cup, stirring the melting ice cream and coke together, seeing Blaine eat a spoonful of his ice cream, he wonders what it would have been like if they met under different circumstances. Would Blaine have talked to him? Would he have been brave enough to talk to Blaine? He wonders how and where they could have met. Would it have been an accident that caused it, or one of them being brave? He will never know now.

"If you weren't an escort, and we had met under different circumstances, would you have talked to me?" Kurt asks as he lets go of his spoon, hearing a clink as it hits the cup.

"Definitely," Blaine replies, nodding his head. "Of course, I would have probably made a fool of myself. But, yeah, I would have talked to you."

"Really?" Kurt beams at Blaine.

"Yeah." Blaine smiles back at him and nods his head. "I would have pinched myself first to make sure I wasn't dreaming; just to make sure you were real."

"I probably would have thought you were playing a cruel joke or something. Because no way someone as handsome as you could ever want to talk to me, considering how unconfident I was," Kurt admits.

"Would you have given me your phone number if I asked for it?" Blaine asks.

"In a hearbeat," Kurt honesty says. "If it happened like that, then maybe you would be kissing me like I want right now." Realizing what he just blurted without thinking, Kurt turns red in embarrassment and sees Blaine's eyes go wide with surprise. Now he feels like an idiot. "Sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

Feeling like a fool for admitting something he didn't want to, Kurt stands up and turns away from Blaine. Needing to do something to distract himself, he notices the dirty dishes that need to be cleaned. Taking a step toward them, he stops and pulls in a deep breath when Blaine takes a hold of his wrist.

"Kurt?" Blaine softly says.

"Just forget it, Blaine," Kurt responds.

"Kurt?" Blaine pulls him and turns him to face him.

Standing there with Blaine so close, close enough to smell his intoxicating cologne, Kurt trembles at the way Blaine is looking at him at the moment. Eyes filled with a hunger and lust unlike he's ever seen before fill Blaine's luminous eyes.

"Have you thought about kissing me, Kurt?" Blaine asks as he takes a step forward, making Kurt take a step back.

"Yes." His voice comes out a bit shaky as he answers. He knows there's no point in lying. There would be no reason to.

Walking backwards until his back hits the counter, Kurt grabs at Blaine's hips when he steps close to him. Fingers dig into soft flesh.

"Good." Blaine smiles as he gently nudges their noses together. Kurt barely parts his lips and gasps when Blaine softly drags his fingers over his mouth, doing the exact same thing he did earlier to him while he slept in bed. "Because I've thought about kissing you, too. Since I last saw you, it's all I can think about. I shouldn't be this crazy over wanting to kiss you. But I am."

Kurt is pretty sure he loses his train of thought for a few seconds after Blaine says that. To know Blaine wants to kiss him just as much as he wants to kiss Blaine makes his heart race with how much he is wanted by this man.

"Kurt?" Blaine whispers.

"Yeah?" He stares into his eyes, flecks of yellow discernible in Blaine's eyes.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" Blaine brushes his thumb along Kurt's bottom lip.

"Yes," he gasps. He doesn't need to think about it. Not even for a second. It's all he can think about. After being with Blaine physically, all he can focus on is how the press of his soft lips to his would feel. It occupies his mind more than it should; but it's what he wants. He wants Blaine to kiss him; to give him his first real kiss.

Noticing Blaine's eyes dart to his lips, and slowly start to lean forward, it's instant that he knows what's about to happen.

Blaine is going to kiss him. Him, who is twenty and still new to a lot of the sexual aspects of life. Him, who just lost his virginity and never had a proper first kiss. It's exciting, and exhilarating, all at the same time.

But then he remembers the rules Blaine has to follow. He remembers how Blaine told him he's forbidden to kiss his clients on the mouth, per the company he works for orders. Blaine is about to go against the rules for him, when he doesn't feel deserving. He's just Kurt; he's nothing special. Definitely not a person worth breaking the rules for.

"You can't. What are you doing, Blaine?" he asks as Blaine places a finger under his chin and tips his head back the smallest; the smallest of grazes of Blaine's lips against his sending a jolt up his spine.

"Breaking the rules."

Kurt keeps his eyes on Blaine's as he gently presses their mouths together. The instant press of lips together, though, has him fluttering his eyes closed and releasing a low sigh.

This kiss is the complete opposite of the first one taken from him. Where that one was a hard press of lips, and unwanted, this one is lips softly pressing to his in a way that makes his heart flutter with how sweet it is.

Blaine's lips on his are just as soft and full as he thought they would feel against his when he skimmed his fingertips across them earlier. They have a hint of sweetness to them, and vanilla from the ice cream they just ate. They feel perfect against his as they slowly move their mouths together.

When Kurt thought of his first kiss, this is how he imagined it. Well, not to the exact detail, because he would be wearing more clothes at the moment. But he imagined it to be sweet and tender and gentle, and with a guy that would make it memorable in the best way possible. He never knew what the guy looked like, just that it was someone who could give him his perfect first kiss. And now standing in his kitchen in only an oversized sweater, being sweetly by Blaine, he can't picture anybody else. He can't see another person giving him what Blaine is currently giving him: the first kiss he deserved.

Parting his lips when Blaine licks at the seam of his mouth, Kurt lets out a small moan at the feeling of Blaine tentatively licking into his mouth. He holds tight to Blaine's hips to keep from falling over at how sensual and amazing that is. The slow massage and glide of Blaine's tongue against his has him groaning, and desperate for more. A small flame of desire starts to grow in his belly; a desire and want for Blaine.

Pressing close to Blaine's strong, hard body, draping his arms over his shoulders, feeling his sweater rise up enough to rest around his hips, Kurt ignores that and continues to kiss Blaine. He slides their tongues together, and gently thrust his tongue into Blaine's mouth.

When Blaine rest his hand at his lower back, stroking his pinkie finger over the skin not covered by the sweater, Kurt shivers when he slides his hand under the fabric of the sweater. The slow slide of his fingers along his spine makes sparks travel across his spine, and make him feel like a fire is swimming through his blood stream. Placing his own hands on Blaine's chest, he roams his hands over soft skin and hard muscle. Feeling as Blaine pulls his hand out from inside his sweater, he groans when he lightly squeezes his ass before moving his hands to his front lower belly.

Continuing to kiss Blaine, knowing he's not going to stop soon, Kurt takes a deep breath when Blaine pulls away. His lips tingle from the kiss; his mind is dizzy with how amazing and perfect kissing Blaine is. Licking his lips where Blaine's just where, he still can't believe that just happened.

"Can I take this off?" Blaine asks as he toys with the hem of the sweater.

Lifting his arms in reply, Kurt feels as Blaine pushes the sweater up and off him. Draping his arms over Blaine's shoulders after he drops the sweater to the floor, he leans in and takes Blaine's mouth in a tender but hungry kiss.

He shivers at how delicately Blaine skims his fingers over his skin. The pass of fingers down his back, over the swell of his ass, over his hip, and across his belly make him eager for more.

Pushing his fingers past the waistband of the pajama pants Blaine is wearing and slowly starts pushing them down, he whispers, "Is this okay?"

"More than okay."

Pushing the pants down until they are a pool of fabric around Blaine's feet, Kurt pulls Blaine's body to him. Opening his legs a bit, letting out a small whimper when he gently rolls his hips into Blaine, Kurt tips his head back. Lips press to his neck as he threads his fingers through Blaine's messy curls.

The press of naked bodies close is something Kurt will never get used to no matter how much he has experienced it so far. It's still as intimate as the first time.

"Please." He doesn't realize he's saying it until the word falls from his lips.

"What do you want, Kurt?" Blaine says with a hitched voice as he slowly grinds his hips into Kurt's.

Staring into Blaine's lust blown eyes, Kurt decides to just to say it. "Don't care. Just you." He lightly scratches his nails down Blaine's back when a particular roll of his hips sends pleasure through him.

"Just me?" Blaine asks as he sensually flicks his tongue over Kurt's top lip. "Do you want me to make you feel good?"

Kurt wants to tell him that he already makes him feel good. And in so many ways. But he can't seem to form words at the moment. He trembles as he nods his head. Hell, Blaine could ignore his request and only kiss him for hours, and he would be satisfied. As long as Blaine does anything, he will be happy.

Seeing the corner of Blaine's mouth turn up in a small smile, Kurt knows, then, that he's going to get more than just kissing. Capturing Blaine's mouth in a hungry, desperate kiss, Kurt pushes off the edge of the counter and starts to head for the bedroom. It proves a little difficult to walk to his bedroom when he can't stop kissing Blaine, but they manage.

Finally making it to the room, desperate and wanting Blaine, Kurt barely registers as he's pressed to the wall. All he focuses on is kissing Blaine. Kissing Blaine is the best thing in the world.

Whining low in his throat when Blaine pulls away, he hears him chuckle. "I'll just be a second," Blaine tells him with an amused smile. Watching him grab a condom and the lube, Kurt feels his cock twitch at the excitement of it all.

Pulling Blaine back to him when he's close enough, he continues to kiss him. Feeling his leg being lifted, he hooks it over Blaine's hip.

The two fingers Blaine pushes into him several seconds later makes him moan. Still stretched from earlier, the fingers are easily worked into his body. When Blaine adds a third finger, Kurt tips his head back and lets out a soft whimper.

"You okay?" Blaine asks as he starts to work the fingers in and out of Kurt.

Nodding his head, Kurt starts to roll his hips down on the fingers. It's not enough, but it's so much better than nothing. But when Blaine crooks his fingers on the drag out, Kurt couldn't care less about not enough when white hot pleasure swims through his veins after Blaine brushes his prostate. "Please," he quietly begs as he continues to work his hips down.

"Please, what?" Blaine kisses along his jaw, pressing his lips to the corner of Kurt's mouth right before lightly brushing his lips over Kurt's soft ones.

"Fuck me." Kurt doesn't mean to say it; he had every intention of just asking Blaine to be inside him. But that's what comes out. And truth be told, it's what he wants. He wants to experience hard and fast.

"Are you sure?" Blaine asks to make sure it's what he really wants.

"Yes."

Blaine removes his fingers, and Kurt watches as he tears open the foil wrapper and rolls the condom on. Slicking himself up, Kurt lets him lift his other leg, and instead of hooking it over his hip, like with the other, Blaine drapes it over his arm. Being lifted up another inch or so on the wall, leg resting in the crook of Blaine's arm, Kurt clutches at his shoulders for more support. Kurt sighs as he starts to push into him. The stretch around Blaine now, somehow, familiar; the slide of Blaine inside of him filling him up makes Kurt release a small whine.

Hips press flush to his ass several seconds later, and Blaine wraps his other arm around his waist and holds him tight.

"You can change your mind, Kurt," Blaine tells him as he stills for a few moments.

"No." Kurt shakes his head. Kissing Blaine, he mumbles against his lips, "Fuck me."

When Blaine pulls his hips back, and subsequently snaps them forward a moment later, Kurt lets out a loud moan of pleasure. Wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck, he clutches at his shoulders. Being hungrily kissed, he groans as Blaine snaps his hips up.

Being jostled and hefted up the wall as Blaine slowly fucks into him, and being sensually kissed in a way that is leaving him breathless, Kurt buries his face in the curve of Blaine's neck. He releases a small groan against Blaine's skin when he picks up the force and pace of his hips.

This is what he wanted. To be sensually fucked by Blaine is what he wanted. At having it happen, it's unlike anything he's ever experienced so far. With the angle of his leg from how Blaine is holding it, and Blaine changing the angle of his hips, it has Kurt releasing a quite a loud moan when he manages to perfectly hit his prostate.

Kurt releases a mix between a whimper and a moan as Blaine continues to thrust into him with deep, hard snaps of his hips. Threading his fingers into Blaine's hair, he grips and pulls tight as sparks of pleasure shoot up his spine and throughout his body. Blaine digs the fingers of his hand into Kurt's hip as he fucks into him.

Starting to work his hips down on Blaine as he fucks up into him, Kurt moans as Blaine takes his mouth in a hungry, desperate kiss. Mouths roughly move together in a way that Kurt's knows his lips will be swollen and red. But he loves it too much to care. It makes all this so much better.

In his belly, Kurt can feel the heat growing. He knows he's close.

Blaine's hand wrapping around his cock brings an ounce of relief he needs. When Blaine starts stroking, slow strokes up and down, thumbing at the head of his cock, Kurt can feel the heat growing. Letting out a loud cry of Blaine's name-that is instantly muffled by Blaine's mouth on his once again-as he spills over his fist, warmth hitting his stomach, Kurt trembles. Pleasure courses through him like liquid fire. It's sensual and hot.

Dropping his head on Blaine's shoulders, breathing heavy, he feels as Blaine thrusts his hips up a handful more times and comes. Kurt barely sags against Blaine, not wanting to put all his weight on him.

"I love orgasms," Kurt laughs, still feeling the remains of his orgasm swim through him; pleasure that is fantastic.

"I think everybody in the known universe can agree with you on that." Blaine nuzzles his nose in the curve of Kurt's neck, kissing right over where his pulse point is.

Dropping his leg that was hooked over Blaine's arm, Kurt softly kisses his way up Blaine's neck. Taking his lips in a sweet, tender kiss, he smiles and hums as Blaine kisses him back and holds him close. "How about a bath?" He nudges his nose against Blaine's. Blaine's smile is answer enough for him.