Kurt was still unsure what was his favorite: kissing Blaine or Blaine kissing him first.

Sure there were benefits of having both: for starters, he's kissing Blaine. On the other hand, Blaine is the one to kiss him first.

Kurt hummed to himself as he came back to the apartment, people on the subway giving him strange looks. He didn't care though: he had just made out with Blaine.

He stopped humming to himself. He had just made out. With Blaine. Who may or may not be a crazy person.

He groaned and slammed his head against the subway poll. He just made out with a crazy guy. Just his luck.

He raises his head and decides right then and there-he will not make-out with him anymore. No matter how good his lips tasted. He bet they looked good wrapped around his-

Thankfully, the subway car stopped, before Kurt could finish that thought. He quickly ran off the subway and towards his apartment. Maybe he can talk Blaine into thinking that he was still a little drunk from last night.

He gets to his apartment door and opens it instead of knocking, thinking that Blaine would just be sitting on the floor like he normally does.

He wasn't expecting to see Blaine sitting on the couch, the computer next to him and his cock out of his pants. Blaine was stroking it with his right hand, using his left hand to pull on his hair, now free from all that gel. Blaine moaned as his hand started to pump, very slowly, over it, his eyes closed and head thrown back.

Kurt froze in place. He couldn't believe the sight he had just walked into. Kurt could feel his dick twitching in his pants watching Blaine do things to himself.

Suddenly, Blaine's head shot up, probably to look at the screen again, and saw Kurt standing in the doorway. Immediately, Blaine's hand froze, his eyes widening in terror. He put both hands in front of his dick and started to shout, "Oh my God, I am terribly sorry!"

He stood up and immediately ran to the guest bathroom and slammed the door shut.

Kurt didn't know what to do. Maybe he could talk to him now, explain that it was ok.

Instead, he found himself walking to his bedroom, his hand already palming himself through his pants. He slammed the door shut to his bedroom, threw himself on the bed, and shoved his hand into his pants to relieve his aching cock. The sight of Blaine doing that to himself…just did things to Kurt. He started to slowly pump his cock, imagining it was Blaine that was doing that for him. Kurt moaned, slipping his other hand up his shirt to tweak at his nipple, crying out as he felt his nipples harden at the contact.

Kurt bit his lips and started pumping faster. He shoved his pants off of him and sighed at the cool air. He imagined Blaine coming in here, lowering himself to the bed, and slowly wrapping his mouth around his cock.

Kurt felt some strange warmth on his hand, and he looked down to see what it was. Apparently he wasn't imagining Blaine coming in; Blaine HAD come in, and had slowly started to work on Kurt's aching cock. Normally, Kurt would have said something like, "What are we doing?" but all he cared about was relieving his need.

Blaine swatted Kurt's hand away, which Kurt was relieved to get to stop. Blaine started to go down lower and lower onto Kurt. Kurt moaned and accidentally thrust up into Blaine's perfect mouth. Thankfully, Blaine was already coming back up from going down that far and didn't choke or anything. Kurt thread his fingers into Blaine's curls, and Blaine put his hands on Kurt's hips to keep him from thrusting upwards.

Blaine moved his head up and down Kurt, going faster then slower every few seconds. Kurt felt the familiar pull in his stomach and pulled Blaine's hair to warn him. Blaine popped off Kurt, using his hand to work Kurt to the finish. And boy did Kurt finish. He came harder than he had ever come in his life, seeing stars as he did.

When Kurt was done, he felt boneless, like he couldn't move even if he wanted to. He felt the bed dip next to him, and arms wrapping around him. Kurt sighed, feeling content, and started to drift off to sleep, thinking that if Blaine gave head like that, he must not be crazy.

When Kurt finally jolted awake, he noticed that the bed was empty next to him. Confused, he got up from the bed and then realized that his pants were half off of him. Blushing, he pulled them back up and buckled them before walking into his apartment. He found Blaine in the kitchen, making what appeared to be a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Blaine must've heard Kurt coming because he turned his head to the doorway and smiled, a red tint along his cheeks, "Good afternoon! I'm making us a quick lunch."

Kurt smiled back and walked into the kitchen, sitting at the table. Blaine set a sandwich in front of him and sat across from him, the blush still there. Both ate in silence for about ten minutes before either of them spoke up. Blaine was the one to speak.

"I'm sorry you had to walk into your apartment and catch myself doing…that." He mumbled. Kurt quirked an eyebrow, but allowed Blaine to continue, "I was looking up how to make love to a man, since I've never heard of the proper technique, and I came across a bunch of videos that…demonstrated the proper way, and I felt myself getting carried away and-"

"Blaine." Kurt said, "It's ok. Everyone jacks off."

Blaine blush turned a deeper shade of red and took over his entire face, "Yes well, uh, one does not, uh, do those things in such a manner. And it is quite embarrassing to have you see that."

Kurt frowned, wondering if Blaine remembered that morning at all, "But wait, didn't you-"

"-felt so embarrassed I locked myself in the bathroom after that and accidentally fell asleep. I only woke up ten minutes ago and noticed that you were sleeping in your room and decided to make it up to you by making what I knew how."

Kurt's mouth dropped. He imagined Blaine doing that? But it felt so real, so much like he had actually done it. "Are-are you sure that's what happened?" Kurt asked.

Blaine's blush betrayed him. He remembered. He just didn't seem to want to talk about it. Maybe he feels ashamed that he did it. Kurt's confidence deflated a bit at that thought. Blaine felt ashamed for what he did.

"Oh yeah that's right," Kurt lied, "I remember waiting for you to come out to say it was ok but you never did.

Blaine's eyes widened at the lie, but he didn't say anything else. Clearing his throat, Kurt said with the best chipper voice he could, "So what's on our to-do list today, Blaine?"

Kurt decided to go and visit Rachel, who lived in a studio apartment not too far from Kurt. He told Blaine where, and he furrowed his eyebrow. Apparently, it was considered a bad part of town for Blaine's time, but he didn't say anything else as they took the subway there. Blaine was in heaven over the subway, remarking how it had still been kind of new when he lived, and how not a lot of people used it. Kurt rolled his eyes, but he found it kind of adorable.

When they finally got to Rachel's door and knocked, Kurt felt like this was a good idea. Get Blaine to become friends with people other than himself. That seemed like a great plan.

But when the door flew open to show a frantic Rachel, Kurt saw the flaw in his plan. Rachel must've had an audition this morning.

Rachel's tension melted when she saw Kurt and Blaine, and she pulled them into a hug. "Boys!" She shouted, seeming relieved to see them, "You would not BELIEVE the morning I just had."

Kurt sighed. This was going to be a long visit.