3.

Blaine wasn't there to watch Kurt. Not at all. He just had a free period  and had wandered by Cassie's classroom because he had nothing better to do. And if she was happy to invite him in to show the freshmen what the tango should really look like… well, it was just a coincidence.

But since he was there anyway, he could just as well enjoy the view of Kurt's stunning body in the well-fitted black dance clothes – the pert swell of his ass, the taut lines of his toned, bare arms. He was glad to see that he'd been right: Kurt really was naturally graceful on his feet. Once he learned to fully let go of the inhibitions that still held him back, and owned the quiet strength in his muscles, he would do great.

Blaine stayed back after the class ended, watching the students trickle out of the classroom, sweaty and exhausted. Most of them were a mess after the strenuous class, yet Kurt somehow managed to look delicious with his face flushed from exertion and his hair in disarray. Blaine would be lying if he claimed the view didn't give him sex thoughts. But Kurt had clearly shown he wasn't interested, and Blaine was not one to push. Besides, his needs had been expertly satisfied on a semi-regular basis lately, thanks to a feisty fitness instructor he'd met at a bar.

Still, there was just something in Kurt that held Blaine's interest and pulled his attention. He wanted to get closer and figure out what it was.

“You're doing good,” he said from the doorway when Kurt finally got his bag and started towards the door, one of the last to leave. “Cassie isn't even throwing sarcasm at you. Soon she'll stop picking on you altogether. Just don't let her know you're friends with Berry.”

Kurt arched an eyebrow. “Oh? Why's that?” He paused in front of Blaine. At least this time he wasn't fleeing. Yet.

“Hasn't Rachel told you? Let's just say that they really didn't like each other from the get-go.” Blaine glanced around to make sure Cassie wasn't anywhere near, then leaned in to whisper. “I heard rumors that Cassie slept with Berry's ex-boyfriend. Before he was an ex, that is.”

Kurt's eyes grew wider with this revelation, but he quickly shook it off. “Thanks for the tip.” He smiled, and took a step towards the door.  “I have my next class in twenty,” he said.

Blaine resigned himself to being left behind again, but Kurt paused before leaving the room. “Do you… would you like to grab a quick coffee with me?”

“Sure,” Blaine replied immediately, a delighted grin spreading on his face. “I'd love to.”

They didn't talk as they pushed through the crowd towards the cafeteria, and it was only as they were waiting for their beverages – non-fat latte for Kurt, medium drip for Blaine – that Kurt spoke.

 “So… do you have your own place?” he asked, blushing adorably, and Blaine was glad he didn't have hot coffee in his hand yet. That was the last question he'd expected.

It was hardly the first time he'd been asked that, though, so he smiled through his surprise. “As a matter of fact, I do. Why?”

“Because–“ Kurt took a deep breath, and hesitated a second before saying. “I… I'm in. If you're still interested.”

Blaine arched an eyebrow at him, barely able to contain an excited smile. “Of course I am. But I thought you've never even been kissed?”

Kurt shrugged. “Well, you'd have a chance to change that, wouldn't you?” he said and turned away to pick up the coffee.

*

When his last class ended that evening, Blaine wriggled out of the karaoke night with the guys and sped home instead, intent on freshening up before Kurt came over. As he stood in the shower, washing off the sweat of an intense stage combat class, he could finally focus on tonight, and the excitement started building until it was tingling under his skin.

It was hardly his first time waiting for a hot guy to arrive at his apartment for a night of carnal pleasures. But tonight was different. Not even because of how hot Kurt was, or how intrigued Blaine felt by him after watching him covertly for the last few weeks. That had happened before.

But Blaine had never been anyone's first.

Sebastian had been with several other boys before he first seduced Blaine into his bed, and while they'd been perceived as a sort of power couple at Dalton, they had never been exclusive in the nearly two years they'd been together. Bastian had taken him out to college parties every other weekend and encouraged him to “mingle”, and none of that was innocent. Later, at NYADA, all of the guys Blaine had hooked up with were more or less experienced, though he had been the first male lover for a few boys who'd only slept with girls before. Contrary to some people's beliefs, he never forced anyone out of the closet; they trotted out willingly, with besotted smiles and sparks in their eyes, never to look back.

He'd never been with a virgin, though, and the prospect filled him with something akin to awe. The first time was important; it stayed with a person forever, good or bad. Knowing that Kurt wanted to trust him with his made Blaine shiver.

He'd make sure it was special. Not with candles or rose petals – nothing sentimental like that. But there was a lot that Blaine could show Kurt, sexually, and he was confident he could make it fantastic. He would make sure Kurt had an unforgettable night, something to compare all his future lovers to.

Blaine jumped out of the shower and hurried to get dressed and straighten his tiny studio apartment. When Kurt rang the bell half an hour later, the sheets were already changed, the bedside drawer checked for condoms and lube supply, and Blaine was buzzing with anticipation.

Kurt must have gone home to change, and the sight of him in skin-tight pants and a soft grey henley, clearly worn for comfort and possibly – hopefully – ease of removal, made Blaine's blood run faster. Kurt looked flushed and a little breathless as he came in and started unlacing his boots – the same white Doc Martens he'd been wearing at the gala, laced up to mid-calf. The act of taking them off right at the start felt weirdly intimate: they would be taking off much more than that, tonight, and they both knew it.

“Would you like a beer? Or a wine cooler?” Blaine asked once Kurt entered the single room of the apartment and stopped in the middle, looking around. “I have a few stashed away from the last party.”

Kurt shook his head, the intensity in his eyes as he looked at him taking Blaine's breath away.

“No. I'd like to kiss you,” he said, his voice coming out lower than Blaine had ever heard it before. 

The temptation to just surge forward and capture those innocent pink lips was almost too strong to resist – and Blaine was not used to resisting. But for Kurt's sake, he did. Instead, he stepped closer and stroked his fingertips down Kurt's smooth cheek, and then along the outline of his lips. Kurt drew a shaky breath. Now, in the proper light and seen from up close, his eyes were seawater green, although Blaine could have sworn they looked clear blue when Kurt stumbled into his arms last week. He cupped Kurt's cheek and slowly leaned closer, enjoying the way Kurt's breath quickened and his eyes fluttered closed before their lips met.

The kiss was sweet and slow – for the first few seconds. And then Kurt inhaled sharply and pressed into it, parting his lips, his hands tightening in the fabric of Blaine's shirt. His tongue flickered out and Blaine met it eagerly, pulling Kurt deeper into the kiss. From there, it was all increasingly urgent, tongues exploring and hands gripping for purchase, lips sucking on lips, and soft little sounds from Kurt that weren't quite moans, but were one of the most erotic things Blaine had ever heard.

A long, long while later, when his lips got oversensitive from friction and his hands impatient for more, Blaine wove his fingers through Kurt's hair and tilted his head back for better access. He didn't expect the way Kurt practically melted in his hands, his knees buckling with the first open-mouthed kiss to the soft skin of his neck.

“Bed?” Kurt breathed, his voice deliciously rough and pupils blown.

Blaine walked him backwards the three steps toward the bed and pushed him gently until he was sitting on the edge. Kurt never let go of his shoulders, so Blaine climbed into his lap to resume the kissing. Kurt didn't seem to mind. He just leaned his head to the side to allow more access to his neck.

It was astonishing, Blaine thought long minutes later, how nice it could feel without the hurry that usually accompanied his hookups, at least until the first orgasms. Kurt's hips were stuttering up whenever Blaine did something particularly good with his lips, but he'd tensed when Blaine had rolled into him in response, pressing their cocks together through the fabric of their pants. So Blaine had backed off, forcing himself to slow down, even though his first reaction had been impatience. It was Kurt's first time, he'd reminded himself. It was natural he wanted to take it slower.

So instead, Blaine focused  on the pleasure of kissing those delicious lips and mapping out the incredibly sensitive skin of Kurt's neck, and without rushing to the next point of interest, he was able to fully take in what they were doing now. He was stunned how far gone Kurt already was from merely making out – he looked lost in it, his body a live wire that reacted beautifully to Blaine's every touch and kiss. He was clearly trying to give as much as he was getting, but he seemed unmade by the caresses, his kisses lopsided, touches uncontrolled or aborted mid-air because Blaine just found another perfect spot to suck on. Mostly, Kurt just held on for dear life, and reacted.

Oh so beautifully, too. Soft gasps and tightening of his fingers against Blaine's shirt, the roll of his hips that gave Kurt nothing except maybe some friction from his pants. Once, Blaine bit lightly on the spot where Kurt's neck met his shoulder and Kurt bucked up into him, moaning a breathless, “Oh god, Blaine, yes.”

It shot right to Blaine's dick.

It was so rare to hear his name during sex. Names didn't really matter much in the type of relations he preferred, and surely not enough to spill out like this, instinctively, without stopping to think and remember. They just changed too often.  And yet Kurt, as blissed out as he was, clearly knew and cared who was kissing him.

Of course he did. It was his first time. Still, it was nice to hear it, and the desire to give Kurt an unforgettable experience swelled and filled Blaine to the tips of his impatient fingers.

He pushed Kurt gently to lie down and Kurt went easily, scooting up on the bed so that they could both stretch out comfortably. Blaine made sure not to press him into the bed too much – not yet. He leaned only a fraction of his weight over Kurt's body, and got back to kissing. It was even better now, horizontally, sweet promise hanging in the air. Blaine couldn't wait to show him everything.

He slid his hand under Kurt's top to the warm, silky skin. Soft hair tickled his fingers as he smoothed them up to the pebbled nipple. Kurt moaned at the brush of a calloused fingertip, so Blaine did it again, and again to the other nipple, all while pressing wet, hungry kisses to the side of Kurt's neck. He shifted on the bed, sliding his thigh between Kurt's and pressing against the clear bulge in his pants. His mouth was watering already. Taking Kurt's innocent, virgin cock deep into his throat, swallowing it whole until Kurt begged and sobbed and came, was a breathtaking prospect. Blaine really wanted to watch Kurt's face as he fell apart in his mouth – in anyone's mouth – for the first time. He moved his thigh, rubbing against Kurt's hard dick, impatient now.

“Oh, oh Blaine,” Kurt moaned louder, sounding breathless and overwhelmed. “I can't.”

Blaine's eyebrows shot up. Already? Blaine hadn't even touched him properly yet. He moved to rectify if now, smoothing his palm down Kurt's stomach and over his jean-clad erection. His own cock twitched, hard against the zipper, in reaction to the firm flesh as he slowly stroked it.

“Then don't,” he whispered, a warm breath seductive against Kurt's ear. “Don't hold back. You can come whenever you want. We have all night.”

Kurt's hips bucked under his hand, his cock pressing into his grip, and for a moment Blaine was sure he would come right then. The breathless whimper sent another wave of heat through his belly. God, Kurt looked gorgeous like that, flushed and sweaty, with his kiss-swollen lips perfectly pink and parted around little moans. But then Kurt opened his eyes and grabbed Blaine's wrist, moving it away from his crotch.

“No, I can't do this.”

Blaine frowned, stunned. “You don't like it?”

Kurt snorted. “Oh, I think we can both feel how much I like it.”

“Then why? Are you afraid?” Blaine asked. “Don't be. I know what I'm doing, I'll make this so good for you, I swear.” They couldn't stop now. But Blaine kept his hands away, even if he didn't move the rest of his body off Kurt.

Until Kurt gently pushed him off and sat up. He was quickly regaining control, it seemed.

“I'm not afraid,” he said and touched Blaine's cheek. “I'm sure you're a very talented lover. I've heard tales about how talented you are, in fact. I'm sure you wouldn't hurt me. But I can't. I just–” He took a deep, shuddering breath. “I just remembered something my dad told me once.”

His dad? Blaine wanted to roll his eyes and ask if he often thought about his dad in these situations, but he held it back. It was just his disgruntled dick making him, well, a dick.

“And what was that?” he asked instead.

“'Don't go throwing yourself around like you don't matter. Because you matter.'” Kurt looked up at him, his clear, blue-green eyes earnest. “I do matter. And this matters, my first time being intimate with someone, and I just realized I want this to matter. I'm just a silly romantic, Blaine. No matter what my libido does around you, I think I would regret it one day, not waiting for someone I loved to share this with him.”

Blaine scoffed just a little.

Kurt smiled. “You think it's silly.”

Blaine sat up, wincing at the constriction of his pants. “I respect your opinion,” he said. “But it's just sex. Why deny yourself pleasure while you wait for some knight in shining armor? How do you know it won't be years until he turns up?” He unconsciously repeated the very same words that Sebastian had used to wipe out Blaine's own hesitation less than three years ago. Then he tried to soften it when he saw Kurt's face fall slightly. “I mean, with your looks, I'm sure there are already guys lining up to date you. But, you know, if you want real love–”

Kurt smiled. “I'll take my chances. But thank you, Blaine. I thoroughly enjoyed what we did. You were my first real kiss, remember?” He leaned in and pressed one last soft kiss to Blaine's lips before withdrawing and standing up.

Blaine was missing the warmth of his body already. “It was my pleasure,” he said, smiling pleasantly despite his slight annoyance. All wound up like this, he would have to book some serious time with his vibrator tonight.

How was it that Kurt always took off too early and left him reeling? Blaine would have lost interest in any other man long ago. What was it about this guy?

He watched from the bed as Kurt pulled on his boots and let himself out. Then, with no hesitation, he opened the bedside drawer and took out a large pink toy, his other hand already fumbling with the button of his pants.

There was no use wasting a good evening. And there was no question who would be on his mind tonight.