"Are you ok?" Blaine walked over to Kurt, who was fixing his hair. "You kept making those weird faces the whole song."

"Those weren't weird faces, those were my sexy faces." Kurt said matter-of-factly.

"It just looked like you were having gas pains or something." Blaine didn't notice the sting his words had on Kurt.

"Great. How are we supposed to get up on the stage at regionals and sell sexy to the judges, when I have as much sex appeal and knowledge as a baby penguin." Kurt said, letting out his frustrations by insulting himself.

"We'll figure something out." Blaine assured. Kurt looked at him, confused. What was Blaine's plan exactly?

The next day had Kurt sitting in his room, at his vanity, with Blaine seated next to him. Blaine's plan to help Kurt was 'Sexy Lessons'. They were both sharing the mirror. "Think of it as what the models do when practicing for a photoshoot." Blaine looked into the mirror and said, "Alright, now give me sensual, but don't make fun of it. Really try." Kurt tried his best to do as Blaine had asked. He squinted his eyes, pouted his lips, and flipped his hair. But he still appeared to be in pain more than anything. "Okay? Now give me, sultry." Kurt repeated his actions while adding a lip bite. Blaine chuckled, "Uhm, Kurt? They're all sort of looking the same."

"That's because the look I am actually doing is 'uncomfortable'! This is pointless Blaine," Kurt said standing up. "I don't know how to be sexy because I don't know the first thing about sex." Kurt was embarrassed by the confession.

"Kurt, you're blushing." Blaine smirked. He thought it was adorable. He always thought it was adorable when Kurt blushed.

"I've tried watching those movies," Kurt continued to blurt out his feelings on the issue, but Blaine was having difficulty getting beyond the fact that Kurt has watched porn. Did he enjoy it? Did he get aroused? Did he touch himself? Blaine scared himself with these thoughts, and even more so with how excited he could feel himself getting. Oblivious to Blaine's inner turmoil, Kurt continued, "But I just get horribly depressed and how they were all kids once and they all had mothers and god, what would their mothers think? And why would you get that tattoo there?"

"Well maybe we should have a conversation about it." Blaine said. He adjusted how he was sitting to hide his current problem. Unfortunately, he realized, he was opening up a forum that could either make it worse or extremely worse. "I'll tell you what I know."

"I don't wanna know the graphic details." Kurt was sure that if he heard Blaine explain anything too sexual, he would get far too deep. It wasn't that he didn't know what sex was, or that he had never been aroused, it just usually only happened while he was asleep, in his dreams. He'd wake up with an erection, and through many forced mental images, he willed it away. It just wasn't something he was ready for. He thinks. "I like romance. That's why I love Broadway musicals, because the touch of the fingertips is as sexy as it gets."

"Kurt?" Blaine stood slowly, hoping his bulge wasn't too obvious, "Can I try something?"

Kurt's throat went dry as Blaine stepped closer to him. "I, uhm, I guess." Blaine reached his right hand forward and grazed Kurt's cheek with just his fingertips. Kurt shivered slightly at the touch. Blaine continued his path along Kurt's jaw and down his neck. Kurt's heart was beating fast, his pulse was racing, his breathing was staggered. "Blaine?" Kurt said in an exhale.

"You said a touch of the fingertips; I'm just showing you how sexy that can be." Blaine stepped closer, their faces only inches apart. He continued to trail his fingers lightly along Kurt's arm. When he reached Kurt's hand, he took it in his. He then lifted his left hand and traced it along Kurt's brow and across his temple. He then leaned face in and to the right. As his fingers grazed the area behind Kurt's ear, Blaine blew cool air along the tendons in Kurt's neck.

"Blaine… please." Kurt's voice was breathy. He couldn't control the blood flow to his pelvis. He wasn't sure what exactly he was asking for. Did he want Blaine to kiss him? To touch him with more conviction? To stop? Well, he knew he did not want Blaine to stop. Almost as if reading Kurt's mind better than he himself could, Blaine used his left hand to cup Kurt's face and pressed their lips together. Kurt's lips parted slightly as he kissed back. Blaine gently trailed his tongue along Kurt's bottom lip. Kurt gasped slightly, allowing Blaine access. They kissed for a moment, and Blaine pulled away slowly.

"Wow." Blaine said, slowly opening his eyes. "Why the hell haven't we been doing that since November?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, "well, as I recall, I mentioned a month ago how I felt about you but then you dec-" Blaine cut him off by grabbing his face again and returning to their kiss. Kurt placed his hands on Blaine's hips, unsure of where else to put them. Blaine walked them back and Kurt's back made contact with his bookcase. Blaine's thigh slipped between Kurt's. He left Kurt's lips and began to kiss along Kurt's neck. When he reached the area where neck meets shoulder, he lightly bit down. Kurt gasped and rolled his hips forward. Blaine felt Kurt, hard, against his leg.

"Kurt, don't freak out, but I want you so bad right now!" Blaine groaned against Kurt's skin. Kurt pulled back with a smile on his face. Blaine saw something different in his eyes, but he couldn't quite figure out what. Kurt started to push them back until Blaine's legs hit the edge of the bed. Blaine instinctively lay down on the mattress. Kurt then maneuvered over him, straddling Blaine's hips. "Damn." Blaine couldn't believe his life right now. Just moments before, he was helping his friend and now he had said friend on his lap, sucking and biting at his neck.

Blaine bucked his hips up against Kurt's, looking for any kind of friction. Kurt let out a shuttering breath as he responded with rolling his hips. Slowly, they set a pace and Blaine felt a tight coiling in his lower abdomen. Kurt started moving faster and his hands gripped roughly at Blaine's sides. "Blaine, I'm so... I'm gonna…"

"Me too! Don't stop." Blaine's hands found their way to Kurt's ass and pressed him down harder. Blaine felt Kurt tense and cry out his name as he came. The sounds Kurt was making sent Blaine over the edge. He came, moaning Kurt's name. Kurt collapsed to Blaine's side, panting heavily.

"I can't believe that just happened." Kurt was incredulous. He never even masturbated before and yet he just came while rutting against Blaine.

Blaine had to confess how he felt about Kurt. "Kurt, I-"

"I think you should leave." Kurt said. Blaine sat up and starred at him. He was about to say something, but Kurt continued. "Blaine, seriously. Can you just go? I don't wanna talk about it, I just want to be alone."

Blaine slowly stood up, ignoring the uncomfortably of his jeans. He had tears in his eyes. "When you want to talk, call me. Please?"

"Bye, Blaine." Kurt watched as Blaine walked out of the room. Once he was alone, he fell to the floor in tears.