Sitting down in the chair in the dining room the following morning, moving sideways so his back is to one armrest and he throws his legs over the other. He tries not to look over to Blaine, who he sees continues to shift to find a comfortable position. That's what getting fucked in the ass for the first time will do to ya, he mentally says.

Thinking about it. Going back to a mere few hours before, Kurt thinks about bodies moving together and Blaine writhing and begging beneath him. He thinks about flushed, heated skin and the noises that fell from Blaine's lips.

God, he thinks, he really loved fucking Blaine, and wishes it would happen again. But thinking about it, he comes to the conclusion it was a one-time thing; a "let's have this just this once" from Blaine. It probably will never happen again, but he holds out hope that maybe there could be a possibility. The only thing really holding him back from fully hoping of it happening again is Blaine suddenly leaving after he kissed him. Not fully understanding why he did it, he overlooks that small detail and still bathes in the afterglow of sleeping with Blaine.

"Seems it didn't take long for you to break your promise," Sarah snidely says, stabbing a piece of tomato with her fork.

For a split second Kurt is confused by the comment then he remembers what he told them that first day he came back. "He wasn't a stranger. So, technically, I didn't break my promise," he says as he rolls his eyes. Smiling at Tilly setting a bowl of Reese's Puffs cereal down in front of him, he thanks her and properly sits, grabbing the pitcher of milk. He notices that all the color has drained from Blaine's face as he keeps his eyes on the plate in front of him.

"I don't care," John barks at him. "None of that here while you're under my roof."

"I thought you guys would be happy for me." He pours milk into his bowl, getting a spoonful as he grins.

"Why would we be happy?" Sarah asks.

"Well, mommy dearest-"

"Don't call me that!"

"Whatever." Kurt rolls his eyes at the comment. "You should be happy for me, because last night I had the greatest fuck of my life. I think that warrants an applause or something." Kurt snickers at the looks that garners him from Sarah and John. He also doesn't let the small turn up of the side of Blaine's lips in a smile go unnoticed by him.

After breakfast, and properly telling Tilly good morning, Kurt decides to go out for a few hours.

"Where you going?"

He looks behind him to see Blaine leaning against the door jam with his arms crossed over his chest. "Out for a bit." Buttoning his jeans, he smells his shirt and takes it off. Walking to a drawer, he pulls out a shirt with name of one of his favorite bands written across the front. Looking out the corner of his eye, he sees Blaine's eyes roaming over his torso, also noticing him pull his lower lip between his teeth for a second. Kurt smiles at that as he pulls on the clean shirt.

"Was what you said at breakfast true?" Blaine quietly asks.

"Was what true?" Kurt knows what he is talking about, but he just wants to hear him say it for himself. He watches Blaine close the distance between them so he is less than a few inches from him.

"About me being the greatest fuck of your life?"

"Why would I lie when you're involved?" Kurt truthfully asks.

"To make me feel better."

"Well, it was the truth." Kurt sits on the edge of his bed and goes about putting on his boots. He looks at Blaine as he continues to stand there and stare at him, as if debating something. "Is there something else? If not, I'm about to leave."

"Let's get out of here for a few hours," Blaine suggests.

Kurt arches an eyebrow at that, knowing what Blaine is asking for. He wants to jump up and down at what this means. Seems he was wrong in thinking Blaine only wanted one night. "Are you asking what I think you're asking?"

"Yes." Blaine grins and nods his head.

"I assumed after you left last night you wouldn't want me anymore."

"Kurt," Blaine says with a small chuckle. "You can't put a bag of candy in front of a kid and tell them to only eat one. Now that I've had you once, I want more; because, God knows, I want the whole bag."

"You made me think you made a mistake last night," Kurt admits, feeling a blush on his cheeks as Blaine continues to stare at him.

"Not a mistake," Blaine tells him, shuffling his feet; Kurt seeing him think over something. "Just a moment of fear."

"Fear about what?"

"Nothing important. So, you want to get out of here with me?" Kurt sees the blush on Blaine's cheeks as he basically asks him to go away to have sex.

"Yes." Kurt stands up and grabs his jacket. "Just so you know that was the best reference to sex I've ever heard." Giving Blaine a quick kiss and grinning, he practically flies down the stairs with Blaine following behind him.

~

He groans as he grips Blaine's hips as he rides him.

They sit in the back of his car in a secluded, wooded area an hour away from the Anderson house. The second they parked and turned off the car, they were both reaching for the other and furiously kissing. Climbing into the back seat and quickly undressing, it didn't take long for Kurt to find himself where he is now.

He snaps his hips up into Blaine, watching him arch his back and tip his head back. Focusing on the lines of Blaine's body, the curves of his waist, the defined muscles that are pulled taut, Kurt burns the image into his memory for a later time.

Letting out loud moans as Blaine continuously slams his hips down, Kurt grabs behind his head and brings him down into a heated kiss. It's all teeth and tongue and sloppy, but fucking perfect. Thrusting his tongue past Blaine's kiss-swollen lips, Kurt matches the thrust of his tongue with the thrust of his hips up into Blaine.

Splaying his hands on Blaine's back, he digs his fingers into his skin, wanting to press hard enough to leave marks.

Seeing Blaine sit back up and grab at the back of the seat, Kurt groans as he uses the leverage to slam his hips down harder than before.

Reaching between their bodies and taking Blaine in hand and starting to stroke him, he sees Blaine come a few moments later with a scream and his name on his lips. The feeling of Blaine clenching around him and continuing to move his hips down, Kurt follows with his own release a few thrusts later.

"That was amazing," Blaine breathlessly says minutes later, voice ragged and a slightly strained; he moves off Kurt to lie on the seat.

"Mmhmm." Pulling the condom off and rolling a window down, Kurt tosses it out, glad no one is around to see. He drops his head back and catches his breath, just taking in everything at the moment. He takes in the fast paced beat of his heart slowly calming down, the sound of Blaine's breathing evening out, the sound of birds outside, and the brush of Blaine's leg still lying across his lap.

"Kurt," Blaine whispers, breaking the quiet in the car.

"Yeah?" He turns his head and finally gets a good look at Blaine. The flush on his cheeks, the curls that have come undone from the gel, the come drying on his stomach, and the thin sheen of sweat that glistens on his skin, it's all a sight that has him quickly getting turned on again right after just fucking Blaine short of oblivion.

"Are we gonna do this?"

"Do what?" Kurt asks out of curiosity and confusion.

"Sneak around to be together," Blaine softly replies.

"If it's the only way, then...yeah, I'll gladly do it." The words sneak around causing a small pang in his heart. Not being able to say to the world that this amazing person beside him is who he is in love with and they are together. But, as it is, he'll take what he is being offered; because a something is better than nothing.

"Good," Blaine says with a small smile. "Because this is pretty easily the most thrilling thing I've ever done in my life."

"Is that so?" Kurt cheekily asks.

"Yes."

"You won't regret it, will you? I don't want you to hate me for bringing you into something you'll regret doing later." Kurt looks at him with a hint of fear in his eyes. He's scared of something bad going wrong and having Blaine walking away for good just because they decided to this. He doesn't want to lose his best friend if anything happens.

"No," Blaine lowly replies, smiling at him. "I won't regret it."

Carefully moving to lie down between Blaine's legs, Kurt hungrily kisses him as he grinds his hips down on him. Moaning when Blaine grabs at his ass and drops his leg off the seat, spreading his legs further open, Kurt works his hips down as Blaine lifts his up. They do that until both of them are panting and hard again.

"K-Kurt...Please," Blaine begs, digging his fingers into his flesh.

Kurt places his hands on either side of Blaine's head, lifting up and looking into his lust blown eyes as he continues to roll his hips down. "What do you want?"

"Fuck me. Please, fuck me," Blaine desperately replies.

Smiling, he leans over to his glove compartment and grabs a condom. Tearing it open and rolling it on himself, quickly spreading lube on his cock, he lines himself up at Blaine's entrance and pushes in.

Planting his foot on the floor, Kurt starts to fuck Blaine without abandon.

~

Two hours and a few orgasms later, Kurt whistles as he spins his key ring on his finger and heads for the front door. Next to him, Blaine is still fussing over his appearance, making sure everything is in place.

"Don't worry, Blaine," Kurt says a few steps from the door. "It's nearly impossible for anyone to guess I just fucked you in the back of my car." Kurt grins at the playful glare and shove that earns him from Blaine.

"You suck," Blaine teases, smiling at him.

"You know it from last night." Kurt sees the blush stain Blaine's cheeks at his comment. "Come back to my room tonight and I'll show you just how much I suck."

"Alright," Blaine responds, making Kurt chuckle and already looking forward to the end of the day.

Walking into the house, Kurt rolls his eyes at finding a worried Sarah rushing to Blaine's side.

"Where have you been, Blaine?" she asks.

"Kurt and I went out for awhile," Blaine tells her.

Kurt sees her eyes quickly shift to him before looking back to Blaine. Walking past her and Blaine, he heads to the kitchen to get something to eat. Finding Tilly preparing lunch, he sits at the island and grabs an apple. "Hey, Till," he happily says as he takes a bite out of his apple.

"Have fun last night, Kurt?" The look she gives him makes it pretty fucking obvious what she is referring to.

Kurt just smiles at her. He isn't surprised she knows; that she easily figured out who it was in his room the night before. It feels a bit relieving to be able to talk to someone about it to.

"What do you think?"

"I think you're smart for not giving up," she tells him, giving him an easy smile. "Can I ask how it was? Well, I can figure out how it was based on what I heard the Anderson's said, but I want to know how it was for you."

Kurt waits for her to stop and sit down next to him to give him her full attention.

"So, tell me."

Kurt thinks for a minute; trying to find the best way to describe what it felt like being with Blaine. "You know that feeling you get as you ride a rollercoaster: the rush you feel as you ride it and the adrenaline coursing through your veins and the high you still feel when you step off? That's what it felt like being with him."

"That great, huh?" Tilly teasingly asks.

"The best." Kurt arches an eyebrow and grins. "He's definitely a rollercoaster I want to ride over and over again."

"Based on you two being gone together for some time, I can assume that's what you were doing."

"Till!" Kurt says shocked, seeing her laughing and going back to cooking.

~

Lying in bed, Kurt sits up when he hears his door softly click close. Seeing Blaine push his boxers down and off, kicking them away, and begin to walk to him, he lifts his blanket and welcomes Blaine's warmth as he climbs into bed with him.

"So?" he asks with a grin.

"You still gonna show me how much you suck?"

"Breaking daddy's rules, I see."

"Fuck my dad!" Blaine quietly exclaims.

"Nah," Kurt replies, scrunching his nose and shaking his head. "He's not my type." He loves when that has Blaine laughing out loud at that. Quickly, catching Blaine by surprise, he has him on is back and is gazing down at him. "How about I show you how much you're my type?" he quietly whispers into Blaine's ear, nuzzling his nose along his cheek and down his neck.

"I'm down for that," Blaine replies with a quiet moan.

"I guess if you're down, then I should go down." Kurt grins, hearing Blaine's muffled laugh as he makes his way down his body, intending to make Blaine's lower lip bleed as he bites hard to hold in his screams.