Blaine leapt to his feet, almost running into the hallway. Kurt followed slowly. He was nervous about meeting Blaine's older brother, but tried not to dwell on it. Blaine was ecstatic, and that was all that mattered. He opened the door. Cooper Anderson looked exhausted, and that was putting it lightly. Despite this, his face lit up in a huge grin at the sight of his younger brother.

"Blainey, I've missed you!" He cried, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug that lifted him off his feet. There were tears in Blaine's eyes as he threw his arms around his brother's neck, holding him closely. Kurt almost felt like he was intruding. The two brothers hadn't seen each other in months, not since Christmas Day, as Blaine had told him – they wouldn't want him to impose. He was about to return to the living room when Blaine's voice stopped him.

"Kurt?" He turned to his boyfriend. "I'd like you to meet my brother. Cooper, this is Kurt, my boyfriend." He flushed as he said it, but there was a smile on his lips.

Cooper let go of Blaine and smiled. Kurt took in the appearance of the older Anderson brother. There was no denying that he and Blaine were brothers. They could almost be twins. They looked unusually alike; the same nose, same lips, same cheekbones… They even had the same flecks of green in their irises, despite the fact Cooper's eyes were blue and Blaine's were hazel. Kurt couldn't help but stare. How was something like that even possible?

"It's nice to finally meet the boy who captured my brother's heart," Cooper said, bringing Kurt out of his reverie. He felt colour rise up in his face, but flashed a radiant smile.

"It's nice to meet you too Cooper," he replied. "Don't let me keep you; I'm sure you and Blaine have a lot to catch up on."

"He didn't tell you?" said Cooper, frowning. Kurt shook his head, obviously confused. "You're coming too!"

Kurt turned to Blaine, pushing him playfully. "Why didn't you tell me this?!"

"I did!"

"When?"

"Um… in French…"

"Blaine Devon Anderson… Are you saying that you told me your brother invited me out with you… in another language?!"

Blaine burst out laughing and Kurt let out a huff, shoving him again.

"So Kurt, do you want to come with us?"

He nodded at Cooper. "I'll just go tell my dad." He muttered. Burt, who had obviously heard the exchange, walked out into the hallway.

"You must be Cooper Anderson," He said, extending a hand.

Cooper shook it. "Yes. And you're Mr Hummel?"

"Please, call me Burt. It's about time one of the Anderson brothers did."

Cooper grinned. "And by that, I'm guessing Blaine insists on calling you sir?" When Burt nodded, he laughed. "You don't mind me stealing your son away for the evening, do you?"

"Of course I don't. One of you text me when you're on your way home, okay?" He added to the younger two, who nodded. "Alright, go have fun."

They said goodbye and got into Cooper's car. He still didn't tell them where he was taking them; Kurt thought it was exciting but Blaine started to become restless.

"Coop, just give me a hint!" He whined after half an hour.

"No."

"Why not? I'm going to find out soon enough anyway!"

"No."

Blaine rolled his eyes and folded his arms, almost like a small child. Kurt couldn't help but grin at the child-like gesture.

They drove for another ten minutes before Cooper finally stopped the car. When Blaine looked out, he was confused. They weren't even in Lima anymore.

"But Coop… We're in Findlay…"

"Yep."

"Why the hell have you brought us here?"

"Well Blainey, I remember taking you here when you were younger. You were so good at it."

"But… oh!" He said, his face brightening when he realised where they were. "Oh, Coop! But, surely it's closed? It's nearly seven."

"Ah, but that's the best thing about being a television actor," Cooper said with a wink. "I reserved the whole rink."

"You… the whole rink?!"

He didn't reply and got out of the car, moving to the back and reaching into the trunk. Blaine followed eagerly and Kurt a little nervously. He still had absolutely no idea where they were. When he saw Cooper reappear holding two pairs of ice-skates, his heart sank. He was awful at ice-skating, he always had been. Blaine took one of the pairs from Cooper, grinning. He turned to Kurt, giddy with excitement.

"Can you believe this?! We're going ice-skating! Obviously we'll have to get you a pair of skates from inside, because we don't know your size. But Kurt, we're going ice-skating!"

"Great," he said, forcing a smile. Unfortunately for him, Blaine could read him like a book.

"What…? Don't you like ice-skating?"

"I've been once and I… I sucked at it. I kept falling on my ass and Mercedes had to practically carry me across the ice. It was horrid."

Blaine burst out laughing. "Oh Kurt, I'll look after you. Come on, I haven't been skating in years!"

"I bet I could totally beat your ass in a race," Cooper said, reappearing. He handed the other two a pair of gloves and a scarf each. "It's going to be freezing in there," he added when Kurt raised an eyebrow.

Cooper hadn't been lying. He had reserved the entire rink for them. As soon as they entered the ice rink, he put his skates on his feet and sped off, doing a quick lap. Blaine helped Kurt get his skates onto his feet and held his hand as they stepped onto the ice. Kurt slipped instantly, but Blaine caught him before he could hit the ground.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Go ahead and skate with Cooper. I'll just… I'll sit down over there for a bit." Kurt said, pointing to a bench just off the side of the rink.

"Are you sure?"

He nodded and Blaine gave him a quick kiss before skating over to Cooper. The older Anderson looked at him and flashed a grin. Blaine understood what he wanted, and the two immediately began racing each other around the rink.

"I totally won!" Blaine said triumphantly after several laps.

"You did not!" Cooper protested loudly.

"You just don't like it that I'm a better skater than you."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah," Blaine said, giving him a playful shove. "I've always been better at it than you."

"Whatever you say squirt. Are you having fun?"

"Yeah I am. Thanks for this Cooper… It means a lot to me."

Cooper barked out a laugh and ruffled Blaine's hair, causing him to grumble and move his head away. "You don't have to thank me Blaine, you're my little brother. Besides, I… um, I want to talk to you."

Blaine's heart sank. He knew it was coming – after all, it was the reason he was in Ohio. Blaine just nodded and skated to the side of the rink to lean on the rails, Cooper just behind him.

"How are you coping?" He said in a gentle voice. Blaine frowned – it wasn't the question he'd been expecting at all.

"I'm… I won't bother saying fine, because I know you won't believe it. I'm okay, I suppose. The counselling actually helped today. She wants me to write a song for her by next week, because it helps me cope… And I'm on sleeping tablets."

"Sleeping tablets," Cooper repeated. "Oh no, have your nightmares come back?"

He nodded. "They're a lot worse too. But I think I'll be okay. Can I ask you something?" Cooper nodded. "When are you planning for mamma's funeral to be?"

His features softened at the mention of her. "Friday, I think. I just want it to be small and simple. It'll be you and me, Kurt and his family, and maybe a few friends. You could invite Jeff and Nick, they both worshipped mamma."

Blaine nodded. "Okay," he said, his voice cracking. "Friday it is. And…What's happening on Wednesday?"

"I have to testify." He couldn't help that notice Cooper's voice was suddenly bitter and full of hate. "I have to stand in front of that bastard and tell the jury everything he did to me when I was growing up, and what he did to you."

"Will you come back with me afterwards?" Blaine's voice was hopeful – a fact that broke Cooper's heart.

"I'm afraid not squirt. Rose said I have to stay in the courtroom until they reach a decision. But as soon as the verdict's given, I can come find you."

Blaine just nodded. They stayed and talked about anything and everything for a little while longer before Cooper suddenly jumped over the rails, pulling his skates off his feet. There was a huge grin on his face.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll be back in a minute. Go and have fun."

"But-"

"Just do it!" He called over his shoulder, disappearing through a door.

Blaine rolled his eyes. He climbed over the rail and walked towards Kurt unsteadily – it wasn't easy to physically walk when wearing ice skates. Kurt was in a world of his own; his eyes were glazed over and his mouth was hanging open slightly. Blaine approached him silently and cleared his throat at quietly as he could. Despite his efforts, Kurt still jumped.

"Oh, Blaine… Sorry, I must have zoned out. You okay? Where's Cooper?"

He shrugged. "He just ran off. Come on, I'll teach you how to skate."

"I can skate Blaine, I'm just not very good at it."

"Then I'll teach you how to do it properly."

He just rolled his eyes and allowed Blaine to pull him to his feet. They walked back to the edge of the ice carefully. Kurt was nervous again. He couldn't skate for shit and now Blaine wanted to teach him?! He knew it could only end badly. With a quick glance at Kurt, Blaine stepped onto the ice and glided away. About halfway across, he jumped and… holy fuck what was that? He did a twirl in the air and landed gracefully before skating back the way he came. Cooper wasn't joking when he said Blaine was a good skater – he looked like he belonged in the Olympics.

"Come on Kurt," he said smiling. "I'll hold you."

Kurt knew he was defeated. He stepped onto the ice cautiously, taking tentative steps. Blaine rolled his eyes at him and took his hand.

"I got you," he muttered. "Don't step. Just… slide. Come on."

Before Kurt could answer, he moved, so they were both gliding effortlessly across the ice. Kurt gripped his hands tightly, too afraid to let go now. Blaine was skating backwards, dragging the other boy with him. Then he turned, letting go of one of his hands so they were skating side-by-side. Kurt wobbled a little at first, but he managed to get the hang of it and pretty soon, he was skating alone.

"Oh my god, I'm actually doing it!" He managed to gasp as he skated back towards Blaine.

"Yeah you are. Oopsie, there you go!" He said, catching Kurt around the waist before he fell. Before Blaine knew what was happening, Kurt's lips were on his and they were kissing passionately.

"Kurt," he whispered, nuzzling his neck. "I-"

He stopped, hearing the cackle of a speaker. Kurt obviously heard it too because he turned his head in search of the noise.

"You think I'm pretty without any makeup on

You think I'm funny when I tell the punch line wrong

I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down."

A small sigh escaped Kurt's lips. Blaine, on the other hand, smiled. He loved Katy Perry and this was his favourite song. Was that really all Cooper had been doing, putting on music?

As if summoned, Cooper reappeared, standing at the edge of the rink.

"I'm going to go back in the car," he said. "I need to phone Rose to arrange some stuff. You two stay in here as long as you like, okay? I'll be just outside."

He gave them a small wave and left the centre. For a while, Kurt and Blaine stood in silence, allowing the lyrics of the song to wash over them. It wasn't until the final note that Blaine realised his boyfriend was crying.

"K-Kurt, what's happened, what's wrong?" He said, panicked. Kurt just shook his head. "Please tell me I don't like it when you cry, even if you do look beautiful."

"It's stupid…" When Blaine didn't reply and only stared at him, he rolled his eyes. "It's the first song I ever heard you sing, okay? When you sang this, I realised that you meant a lot to me. I didn't know why at the time, but I cared about you. And you were amazing when you sang this – I've never heard anything like it. I've heard you sing so many times since; you do it around the house all the time without even realising it but this…" He sighed, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. "This is the first song I ever heard you sing. It's special to me. I-"

Before he could carry on, Blaine pressed their lips together. He felt Kurt smile and wrap his arms around him. But he pulled away far too quickly for his liking. Blaine opened his mouth to protest, but Kurt just put a finger to his lips and starting singing with the song that was now playing through the rink.

"Made a wrong turn once or twice

Dug my way out, blood and fire

Bad decisions that's alright

Welcome to my silly life

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood

Miss "No way, it's all good"

It didn't slow me down

Mistaken, always second guessing

Underestimated, look I'm still around."

Blaine's face lit up in a huge grin as Kurt skated away. He looked in total control of his movements. He pushed himself off and followed him. He began singing with him, their voices harmonising perfectly.

"Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel

Like you're less than, less than perfect

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel

Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me

You're so mean, you're so mean

When you talk, when you talk

About yourself, you are wrong

Change the voices, change the voices

In your head, in your head

Make them like you instead.

So complicated

Look how big you'll make it

Filled with so much hatred

Such a tired game

It's enough, I've done all I can think of

Chased down all my demons

See you do the same, oh woah

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel

Like you're less than, less than perfect

Pretty, pretty please if you ever, ever feel

Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me."

Kurt let out a long breath. He was not about to rap in front of Blaine. He skated away from him, feeling a lot more confident on the ice. He skidded to a halt and turned to face the other boy, his eyes widening when he heard him rapping as he glided towards him.

"The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear

The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer

So cool in line and we try, try, try, but we try too hard

And it's a waste of my time

Done looking for the critics, 'cause they're everywhere

They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair

Estrange ourselves and we do it all the time

Why do we do that, why do I do that?"

Blaine grinned, stopping just before he collided with Kurt. He took hold of his hands and once again, dragged him across the ice. Kurt couldn't help but smile, singing once more with him.

"Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel

Like you're less than, less than perfect

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel

Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel

Like you're less than, less than perfect

You're perfect, you're perfect to me

Pretty, pretty please, if don't you ever, ever feel

Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me."

As the song ended, Blaine picked Kurt up and held him close. Kurt smiled and wrapped his legs around his waist, surprised at how strong he was. They neither knew nor cared what song was playing now – the only thing that mattered was each other. After what seemed like forever, they broke apart, both breathing rather heavily.

"How are you even strong enough to hold me? I've never seen you work out." Kurt said, raising an eyebrow as Blaine set him back onto his feet.

"Just because you don't see it, doesn't mean I don't do it, Kurt," he replied laughing. "But um… I've been working out, yeah. I took up boxing."

He snorted. "You've taken up boxing? We both know you couldn't hurt a fly."

"Shut up," he said, rolling his eyes. "I've not been in a fight or anything; I just… take my anger out on a punching bag and I've lifted a few weights. I want to um… tone up."

Kurt just rolled his eyes and took his hand, starting to skate around the rink again. They didn't sing or kiss again – Blaine focused on teaching Kurt how to skate properly.

They stayed in the ice rink for another hour and a half before remembering Cooper was outside. Blaine was calm, insisting that he wouldn't have minded. Kurt, however, was frantic. Poor Cooper – he'd flown in from New York to see his little brother, and Kurt had all but stolen him away.

"I'm so sorry Cooper!" He said when they climbed back into the car. "You came here to be with Blaine, but you've been out here all night.

Cooper laughed and waved his hand, dismissing the apology. "Don't be sorry Kurt. You have nothing to apologise for."

"But-"

"Did you guys have fun?"

"Yes, but-"

"Then that's all that matters. Stop moaning Hummel, I just rented an entire ice rink for you two." He said, cutting the protests off. Blaine couldn't help but laugh at the look on Kurt's face.

"Now I know where you get it from Anderson," he hissed. Again, Blaine laughed. He took Kurt's hand and pressed it to his lips gently. Kurt just raised his eyebrow. "Stop trying to distract me by being sweet, you're both assholes."

Both Anderson brothers laughed loudly at his comment. Kurt noticed that they even laughed the same. Douchebags. But nevertheless, he loved Blaine and he couldn't help but like Cooper, especially as on the journey back, he played music as loud as he could. By the time they got back to the Hudson-Hummel household, they were all in high spirits. It was a huge relief for Blaine to see his brother again, and it was the same for Cooper. Kurt was just glad that they got on; it was nice for him to see Blaine so happy, but he had a feeling that if he and Cooper didn't get along, they all would have been miserable.

"It was nice meeting you Kurt," Cooper said when they were stood at the front door.

"It was nice meeting you as well," he replied. "I'll just… leave you two for a bit."

He went into the house, leaving the two brothers alone. Blaine was emotional now, unshed tears blurring his vision.

"Oh Blainey," Cooper said, pulling him into a hug. "Don't cry. I'll be here for as long as you need me."

"I've had such a good night. You rented an entire ice rink just for me, because you remembered how much I liked skating when I was younger. It's been years. I don't know how to thank you."

"You don't have to thank me. I know it's been a long time. I think I was fourteen when we last went skating together. Damn, ten years ago… that was the last time we did it."

"I was still better than you."

"Whatever you say Blaine," he laughed. "Seriously, did you have a good night?"

"Yes. I'll see you again before Wednesday, won't I?" Blaine's voice was nervous, yet slightly hopeful.

"Of course you will. I want to take you out to dinner tomorrow night; you don't have any choice in the matter."

"But Coop-"

"Shut up squirt."

"Don't call me that-"

"Shh Blaine; I'm your big brother, I can do what I want." Blaine just rolled his eyes and Cooper laughed. "I'd better get going. I'll text you tomorrow, okay?"

"Drive safely," Blaine said before he could stop himself. Again, Cooper just laughed, gave him a quick hug and went back into his car. Blaine went into the house, smiling when he saw Carole in the hallway.

"Hello darling," she said. "Kurt's gone down to his bedroom. I made you both a plate of sandwiches, because I wasn't sure if you'd had dinner."

"Thank you Carole."

"Oh it's fine dear. I'm going up to bed." Blaine frowned. It was only nine o'clock. "I have an early start tomorrow. Goodnight."

"Goodnight," he replied before walking down to Kurt's basement bedroom. He was exhausted, but happy. When he saw Kurt wasn't inside, he didn't think anything of it and went into the bathroom, preparing to run himself a bath. What he didn't expect to see what Kurt, already sat in the tub.

"Blaine!"

"Oh shit, I'm sorry Kurt!"

"No, no. Don't be sorry. I just thought um… I'd run us a bath."

"I'll leave, I'm sorry… Hang on," he said slowly. "Did you say us?"

"Yes, I did…I just thought we could both have one. I'm sorry, it was stupid." He was blushing furiously. "I'm sorry. I'll get out now."

"No, it's um… I kind of like the idea," Blaine admitted. Kurt's face softened. "What do you want me to do?"

"Um, just get undressed and get in. Do you want to sit in front of me or behind me?"

"In front of you, if that's alright. I like resting on your chest."

Kurt nodded and moved back in the tub, trying not to stare as Blaine got undressed. He didn't do very well. His eyes were fixed on his body. Blaine hadn't been lying. He had been working out. His muscles were more defined and he even had some abs coming along. Blaine blushed furiously as he stood naked in front of his boyfriend, and got into the tub as quickly as he could. He was nervous, and Kurt could sense it.

"Just relax," he murmured, wrapping his arms around him. "We don't have to do anything. I just thought it'd be nice for us to relax."

Blaine nodded and leaned back, resting the back of his head on Kurt's chest. He sighed, feeling content. They sat and talked for at least an hour, washing their bodies lazily. When they got out of the bath, Blaine hesitated. What was he supposed to do? Kurt was stood in front of him, completely and utterly naked. He couldn't help but notice that the other boy was hard and aroused. And there was only one towel in the bathroom.

"Kurt…"

"I'm sorry, I'll get changed. Shit, I'm sorry. You're just so… fuck, sorry Blaine."

"Kurt," he said again, cutting the babbling short. "You're… you're beautiful. And um…"

Kurt looked down and saw that Blaine was in the same state as himself. He smiled a little bit and moved forwards, brushing their lips together gently. Blaine responded to the kiss, a soft moan escaping the back of his throat. He blushed and pulled away.

"I'm sorry. It's just you…"

"I know. Come on, let's get changed."

"I don't want to."

Kurt's eyes widened. Blaine clamped his mouth shut, blushing furiously at his own words.

"Shit. I'm sorry Kurt. I don't want to pressure you or anything. Yes, fuck. We'll go get changed."

"Shh," Kurt said, leaning in to kiss him again. "I don't want to either. I just didn't want to pressure you."

"God, we're so… stupid sometimes, aren't we?"

"Yes, we are," Kurt agreed. "How about this; we won't get changed, we'll go back into the bedroom and we'll just… be ourselves. Is that okay?"

Blaine nodded and allowed Kurt to lead him back through into the bedroom. He was incredibly nervous, but did his best not to show it. Kurt wasn't fooled. He lay on the bed and pulled Blaine next to him, his lips in his hair.

"Just relax honey. I told you, I won't pressure you into doing anything." Blaine just nodded, unable to trust his voice. "What are you so afraid of, hm?"

"I… I'm just so… inexperienced. I don't know much about anything." His face was burning and he refused to meet Kurt's gaze. "I mean, I obviously know what everything is, but I have no idea what the hell I'm supposed to do about any of this. I've never even been in a relationship before. You were my first kiss."

"I know I was, and look how good you are at that." His humour worked, bringing a small smile to Blaine's lips. "You don't have to worry about being inexperienced Blaine. I'm not forcing you to do anything and I definitely won't judge you on something like experience. Like I said, we'll go as slow as you want; it's not going to make me love you any less."

"I know Kurt," Blaine said. He was mentally kicking himself, frustrated at how his words were coming out. "I know you'd never do anything like that. What I'm saying is I really want to do… stuff… with you, more than anything. I want to give you everything at one point. Not today, no, but I still want it to be you. I just don't know how to make you feel good, but right now I really want to."

Kurt gave a small sigh. He gave Blaine a gentle kiss on the nose. "You make me feel good just by kissing me you moron," he joked. "I want to make you feel good too. Blaine, you're my first actual boyfriend. I've never been in love before, and the whole idea of it is terrifying to me. You're the only person who has the ability to rip my heart to shreds and walk away, completely untouched. But I trust you not to. And… and that's what love is. Love is giving someone the ability to destroy you, but trusting them not to. I want to make you feel good Blaine… I really do."

Blaine remained silent. Kurt's speech was so genuine, it tugged on his heartstrings. He could feel a lump in his throat, but ignored it and moved to Kurt's lips, capturing him in a kiss. Kurt smiled. He moved his mouth away from Blaine's and to his neck. He began kissing that spot, and when Blaine moaned, he started sucking on it. He was certain he'd leave a vivid purple hickey there, but they were both so caught up in the moment neither of them cared. Blaine bucked his hips without realising it, and their erections brushed together. Kurt let out a sharp gasp at the contact, but muffled the sound in Blaine's neck.

That was when Blaine realised just how good it had felt. He thrust his hips up again and this time, Kurt let out a low moan. His eyes were dark as he took in Blaine's appearance. And then Kurt was kissing him senseless, in a way he'd never kissed him before. It was still heavy and fierce, but there was a passion to it that literally stole the air from Blaine's lungs. He was dizzy as he pulled their lips apart, rolling onto his back.

"You taste good," Kurt admitted. Blaine let out a soft moan as the breath from Kurt's warm mouth tickled his Adam's apple. A flash of pleasure shot down his spine as his hips snapped upwards to meet Kurt's. The hand in Kurt's hair yanked his face back up to his swollen lips in a fierce kiss. Kurt's groan rumbled against his chest as he thrust down, meeting Blaine's hips again. It felt… incredible. There was no other way of describing it.

"Fuck, Blaine." Kurt whispered against his lips, rolling his hips down harder. And then his lips left Blaine's again. A growl of frustration escaped Blaine's throat without meaning to – what the hell was Kurt planning that could be better than this?! Kurt moved his hand to Blaine's now-aching cock. He wrapped his hand around it and Blaine let out a loud whine, not caring if Kurt's family heard them. It felt far too good to care.

"Please," he begged, his voice incredibly faint. "Please, Kurt."

Kurt just hummed against his cheek, kissing the corner of his moth. "Please what, baby?"

He knew what Kurt wanted him to say. But he couldn't bring himself to actually say it, could he?

"Please, please, Kurt."

Kurt seemed to take pity on him. He trailed a few sloppy kisses across his stomach, moving down until his lips were hovering over Blaine's cock.

"Is this okay?" He asked cautiously, not wanting to push him.

Blaine could only nod and whimper. He barely had any time to prepare himself before Kurt's tongue was pressed against the underside of his cock. His hips jolted involuntary, until a firm hand held them down. Kurt's tongue was licking the pre-cum that was leaking down his head, before he parted his lips, sinking his mouth down on Blaine's cock. The only thing that prevented him from slamming himself down Kurt's throat was the hand holding him down firmly by the hip. He thought he was going to explode before Kurt had even started. His mouth was warm and wet and just perfect. It couldn't get any better than this, could it? Then Kurt hollowed out his cheeks and pulled back up, sucking hard.

"Oh my god, Kurt."

Blaine knew he should probably keep his voice down. But right now, he didn't fucking care. Kurt's perfect mouth was sliding back down his cock, until he felt the head hid the back of his throat. He could only tangle his hands in Kurt's hair and moan. Kurt's head started bobbing up and down, each suck making it so much harder for Blaine to breathe. His hips were jerking slightly, even though Kurt's hands were holding him into the mattress. He could feel the heat building in his lower stomach, and he knew he wasn't going to last very long. The warm, pressure was prickling through his balls as Kurt twisted his tongue around the head.

"Fuck," he whimpered. He yanked hard on Kurt's hair in an effort to pull him up. "Kurt, I... fuck, I'm going to-"

A deep groan quivered around him. Kurt refused to move; he just moved his mouth faster, sucking more firmly. And that's when it hit Blaine – Kurt wanted to swallow it. He could barely finish the thought as Kurt sunk all the way down – his nose pressed against his navel as the heat coiling in Blaine's stomach finally snapped.

"Oh my fucking god… Kurt!"

His cock was twitching in Kurt's throat as he came, twisting his fingers in Kurt's hair. He collapsed into the mattress, his body quivering with pleasure. There was a soft hum around his cock, followed by a tiny pop as Kurt pulled off. Blaine winced slightly – he was softening quickly and was already extremely sensitive.

Kurt hovered over him, bowing his head to give Blaine a soft kiss. It was salty, and warmer than it ever been. Blaine would have groaned if he had any energy left in his body – Kurt was letting him taste himself. And there was something strangely erotic about it.

They kissed slowly for a little while, until Blaine realised there was something hard pressing against his hip. He pushed his thigh against Kurt's hardness, producing a whimper from the other boy. He could see and feel Kurt's arms shaking as they supported his weight above him. Blaine locked his leg around Kurt's thigh, looped his arms around his neck and rolled them over, so he was on top. He moved until his thigh was rubbing against Kurt.

"Fuck," he whined, pulling Blaine down to kiss him hard. Blaine thrust his thigh again, watching Kurt mewl at the much-needed friction. He allowed Blaine to press a few gentle kisses to his neck before he thrust back onto the other boy's thigh once again.

"I'm close… shit," he groaned.

With a sudden confidence from somewhere deep inside him, Blaine told hold of Kurt's throbbing cock. The noise (was it a moan or a sob?!) that came from Kurt told him that he was teetering right on the edge of his orgasm. He moved his hand slowly, almost teasing Kurt.

"Shit!" Kurt moved his lips away, turning his head to the side as he desperately thrust into Blaine's fist. Blaine watched as his eyes closed and his lips parted as the rush hit him. He'd never seen anything more beautiful.

When Kurt's hips had stopped shuddering, Blaine let himself collapse onto his chest. It was sticky, warm and, in all honesty, gross, but he didn't care. Even if he did, he couldn't bring himself to move. Everything about what they'd done was unbelievable. Blaine placed a soft kiss on Kurt's cheek, wrapping himself tightly around the other boy as his eyelids began to droop. Kurt's strong arms secured themselves around him as his breathing slowed and evened out.

The last thing Blaine thought before he gave into his exhaustion was that he was glad he walked into Kurt Hummel on his first day of McKinley.