The Story of How Kurt Took Blaine's Virginity
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The Story of How Kurt Took Blaine's Virginity: Chapter 2


E - Words: 1,512 - Last Updated: Aug 14, 2012
Story: Complete - Chapters: 7/7 - Created: May 22, 2012 - Updated: Aug 14, 2012
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Author's Notes: Sorry this took me so long to write! Like I said, it takes a while to write this, and I've been busy running around to different places. But here it is: chapter 2!

Kurt found himself enjoying his time with Blaine, even if Blaine found ways to cockblock any situation. Any time Kurt brought over alcohol to ‘spice up a project night', Blaine would claim his parents were going to be home soon and rejected it. Whenever Kurt would brush his hand over his thigh, Blaine would freeze and jump up immediately, claiming the need to use the bathroom or something.

After three days of this, Kurt had enough. It was time to show Blaine that he didn't have to be a shy little boy when it came to men. He had to become a man.

They were sitting on Kurt's bed, reading about Eisenhower's interstate system (honestly who knew that one guy decided to start all that road crap?), and Kurt decided to try it out again, but this time with a different approach.

"So I was wondering why it is that you run away from me whenever I hit on you?" Kurt tried to say calmly and with as much cool as he could. That seemed to work, since Blaine immediately dropped his book and stared at Kurt, his ears slowly turning red.

"Wh-wh-what?"

"You heard me." Kurt replied, setting his book down and looking into Blaine's eyes. He tilted his head when he realized they were a pretty hazel color, a warm honey and chocolate color that he could just dive into and-"Focus Kurt."

 "Why is it that every time I do this-" Kurt ran his hand up Blaine's leg, causing Blaine to shiver, "You run away and act like a little girl whenever I try to touch you." He crawled closer to Blaine and ran his hand soothingly down Blaine's thigh, inching closer and closer to his groin. Blaine's breathing was shallow at this point, but he didn't say anything to stop Kurt. "Why won't you let me touch you Blaine?" Kurt smiled and brought his hand to Blaine's hip, his other hand touching Blaine's chest. He moved and straddled Blaine's lap, and he sat there stroking Blaine's hip, "Why won't you give me that much Blaine?"

Blaine looked down and stared right at Kurt's crotch, and he knew he had him. He took his hand and tilted Blaine's head back up, "No-no-no, Blaine. You can't look."

Blaine's eyes were starting to blacken, his pupils dilating from the sexual tension Kurt was trying to provide. Kurt grinned and leaned in, brushing his lips across Blaine's ear, "All I want to do is this." He moved his hand from Blaine's thigh to his crotch, squeezing it gently. Blaine's head dropped back and a moan ripped from his throat. "Well, this too," Kurt said coyly. He dragged Blaine's head back up and just as he was about to kiss him-

"KURT! TIME FOR SCHOOL!" Finn's annoying voice called from downstairs. Kurt's eyes shot open, waking from his dream. He was palming his erection and he seemed to be covered in sweat. Kurt cursed and rolled out of bed to take a shower. A cold one. He didn't need to go to school sporting a partial.

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Kurt was still a bit confused about his dream about Blaine. Sure he wanted to bend him over a table in the library sometimes and show him how much of a virgin he was, but he also did just enjoy talking about fashion with him.

Oh yes, the bad boy Blaine Anderson read Vogue like Kurt.

"I'm just saying, Hummel, that bowties are coming back!" Blaine said to Kurt while they were at Blaine's house, sitting in his room, their homework long forgotten.

"And I'm just saying, Blaine, that they won't come back in style long enough for you to give up being a bad boy to wear them." Kurt kind of enjoyed making Blaine flinch at the use of his name. It made Kurt's lack of getting any almost worth it.

Almost.

Why do you keep flinching when I use your name? It's not like I'm trying to call it out while we're having sex"-yet-"so what's the problem?"

Blaine gulped, but he took a deep breath and replied, "It's my dad's name."

Kurt froze at the admission, his eyes darting up to Blaine's for a quick second. Blaine never talked about his parents at school. Even when the teachers made them do that ridiculous ‘interview your parents!' lesson, Blaine had walked in with a blank piece of paper and slammed it on the teacher's desk. No one has ever even seen his parents.

Blaine shrugged at Kurt and turned back to the edition of Vogue between the two of them.

When Kurt kept staring and didn't say anything, Blaine picked up the magazine and chucked it across the room, "Fuck, Kurt, if you really wanna know...my dad hates me."

Kurt shudders at the statement, but Blaine continues, almost like he's saying it for himself now.

"He...he hates everything about me. He hates the fact that I look nothing like him, that I'm gay, what I wear. Fuck he hate's me so...he's accused me of being someone else's son, he claims we have nothing in common."

Kurt is frozen with fear. Why is Blaine confiding in him?

"I gel my hair because my dad is all fucking curls. I can't stand to be him so I try to be different. My mom was a fucking hippy or some shit so I don't share my dad's last name; I have hers. Anderson's the one thing I can claim that's mine, not fucking his."

Kurt widens his eyes. He's never heard Blaine get so angry....it's really hot.

Suddenly Kurt doesn't want to sleep with Blaine because he's a virgin; he wants to because Blaine can be really hot.

Blaine doesn't notice Kurt's sudden blush, though, and he gets up and starts circling his room, "My mom and dad have been divorced for years, but for some reason HE got me in the divorce, and I can't stand him. I can't go to my mom's, though, because she's happily married and off in New York and I-"

"Blaine." Kurt whispers quietly, trying to find his voice to comfort him.

Blaine whips his head to Kurt, fire in his eyes, "You know what, just go."

Kurt blinks, not understanding what Blaine said.

"GO!"

Kurt scrambles out of Blaine's room, down the stairs, and out the door.

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Blaine avoided Kurt the next day at school, and Kurt didn't blame him one bit. Kurt felt like a jerk, always making him uncomfortable.

That was the other thing; why did he feel awful? He's done a hell of a lot worse to other people; he slushied the entire loser Glee club, including his former best friend. Hell he's made several jocks come out of the closet (shoved is more like it). So why is this bothering him?

In history class, Blaine didn't even look at him while the dumb teacher was trying to explain the Civil War for the fifth week in a row. When the teacher announced that the first group paper was due at the end of the week, Blaine grunted and put his notebook away.

Things didn't improve by PE either. Kurt couldn't bring himself to stretch or anything, instead spending his time watching Blaine beat the crap out of the punching bag, sweat starting to fly like it too wanted to get away from Blaine. Everyone else around him kept giving him looks, even more afraid of him than before.

Kurt admitted to himself that he was scared of him too.

After PE, everyone was scurrying to the showers to get the grime off of them, but Kurt waited back, knowing Blaine would too. As he predicted, Blaine sat and waited until he thought everyone was done, and ran into the shower to get clean.

Kurt took a deep breath and went in there, trying to avoid thinking about what Blaine could look like naked.

Not that he had to think it; Blaine did look fantastic naked.

Kurt approached Blaine's stall and sighed, "Hi Blaine."

Blaine whipped his head to Kurt, both with fear and anger, "What do YOU want? Here to get more confessions out of me?"

"Look Blaine I'm sorry, ok? I...I didn't know about your parents."

Blaine's anger seemed to fade, but he was still frowning.

"Truth is, I thought it was kind of silly that you insisted that you weren't called Blaine, but I didn't know the reason and I apologize."

Blaine's eyes started to twinkle, but his frown still remained.

"Don't give me that look, I'm telling you-"

Blaine's mouth twitched up into a smile, "I never said that you couldn't call me Blaine."

Kurt narrowed his eyes.

Blaine was now fully smiling, "I don't mind it when you do it." He started laughing, "I can't believe I got the ever famous queen bitch Kurt Hummel to apologize to me!"

Kurt swatted at his arm, but started laughing too.

Blaine looked at Kurt and wiggled his eyebrows, "Wanna join me in here?"

Kurt laughed, "Not today, but maybe some day when you're not a virgin."

Kurt turned and started to leave, but then another thought just popped in his head. He looked back at Blaine and smiled, "Goodbye, Anderson."

Kurt could see Blaine's eyes darkening as he turned back front and left the locker room, still smiling after getting Blaine's forgiveness. This he could get used to. 

 

 


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