"There's no way." One of the jocks said, it looked to be Karovsky.

Kurt narrowed his eyes, "Yes there's a way. We connected while we were doing our history project. I let it slip that we haven't done the deed yet, but there's nothing wrong with that." Kurt looked at Blaine, trying to plead in his face to go along with it. Blaine's face stayed still, no emotion showing at all. Kurt breathed a sigh of relief that Blaine didn't try to correct him.

"Now if you excuse me, I have a date to go on tonight." Kurt dragged Blaine away from the group and took him to his car.

No really, drag. Blaine didn't seem to know how to walk, so Kurt had to drag him all the way to his car. He opened the door for Blaine, pushed him into the passenger seat, then ran to the driver's side to get the hell out of there. The jocks were standing by the dumpsters, a dumb look of confusion on all their faces.

Once they were out of the parking lot, Kurt took a deep breath, "Making friends, aren't we Blaine?"

Blaine shot a look at Kurt, but didn't say anything back.

Kurt rolled down his window and stuck his hand out the window, "You know, Blaine, you're going to have to talk to me at some point. At least to let me apologize."

He looked over to Blaine, who seemed to find the landscape of Ohio more interesting than Kurt.

Kurt rolled his eyes and pulled off into the parking lot of what seemed to be a coffee shop, "Blaine-"

"I didn't need you to come to my rescue." Blaine said, a tone of anger in his voice.

"Look, I know you think you could've handled them, but I didn't want you to get too injured-"
"Why do you care if I get injured or not?" Blaine looked at Kurt, a twinkle in his eye that Kurt recognized as amusement.

Kurt rolled his eyes again, "Only because I'd have to explain to Figgins why I saw you getting the ass kicked out of you and all I did was drive off because I didn't want blood on my new boots."

Blaine laughed, "I thought so."

Kurt nodded, and went to start the car, but Blaine's hand suddenly shot out and grabbed his from the ignition. Kurt gasped. Did Blaine have some build up of electricity or something? Because Kurt felt a little shock when they touched.

But not a bad kind though, like jumping into the pool rather than wading in slowly.

Wait that's a bad example: Like when he got spanked for the first time during sex and instead of it hurting, it felt amazing and made his cock ache for-

You know what, Kurt decided that he sucked at analogies.
While he was trying to put to words what he felt, Blaine seemed to be saying something.

"Wait, what was that?" Kurt asked, shaking his head from his thoughts.

Blaine smirked, "I was saying, since we're here, we should at least grab a coffee."

Kurt gasped again, "Blaine Anderson, are you trying to ask me on a date?"

Blaine laughed, the sound filling the car, "No way. I'm just craving some caffeine, and since you're now my ride..."

"Don't tell me: you've NEVER seen Aristocats?"

That one coffee turned into two, then three, than Kurt suggesting they should go back to his house to add some spice to the coffee. Which then turned into just plain beer, and now they're both laying on the floor of Kurt's room, talking about their favorite movies, words slurring from the alcohol.

Kurt shrugged, "I wasn't much of a Disney fan when I was a kid."

Blaine sat up, then groaned. "You have to see that though! It's like, a classic something..."

Kurt giggled, "A classic something, Blaine? How much have you had to drink."

Blaine stuck his middle finger up at Kurt, then said, "Where's your laptop, we're...we've gotta watch it now."

Kurt, still giggling, sat up slowly to help Blaine get his laptop. As he stood up, though, he felt the floor moving, so Kurt had to lean against the wall to steady himself.

"Hey you alright?" Blaine said, staggering over to Kurt to see if he was.

Kurt looked at Blaine, and noticed his eyes were still tinkling, although it seemed a bit blurred. He also noticed that Blaine's lips kind of pouted out when he wasn't saying anything or smiling.
Kurt groaned when he wondered what Blaine's lips would look like when he sucked cock.

Blaine tilted his head at the sound of Kurt's groan, obviously curious as to why he did that, "Kurt..."

Kurt didn't respond, but found himself standing so he was two inches away from Blaine.

Neither did anything, just stood there, staring at each other. Blaine's gaze flickered to Kurt's lips, and that did it for Kurt.

He grabbed the back of Blaine's head and pulled him in. Their lips crashed together, the force causing Kurt to hit the wall again.

Blaine growled and put his hands on Kurt's hips. Kurt opened his mouth and Blaine's tongue immediately entered, mapping Kurt's mouth.

The kiss was too much tongue, not enough air, yet it seemed perfect. Kurt lifted his leg, and Blaine grabbed it and pulled Kurt closer. Kurt wrapped it around Blaine's waist, and groaned when he felt the hard outline of Blaine's dick through his black jeans.

Suddenly, Blaine pulled away as quickly as they started. He looked at Kurt, his eyes no longer his honey-golden color but a dark color. Kurt looked down at his lips and moaned when he saw they were pink and glistening.

"No." Blaine's lips seem to say, and that made Kurt snap his eyes back up to Blaine's.

"Wh-what?" Kurt said, voice quivering.

"No. I'm not doing this." Blaine shook his head and dropped Kurt's leg. He turned away and stumbled over to his leather jacket and shoved it on. He walked over to the door and opened it. He slammed it shut, causing Kurt's pictures on the wall to shake and almost fall off.

Kurt stayed against the wall, feeling even more confused than before. What the hell was that?

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The weekend was horrible for Kurt. He was nursing his headache from Friday to Sunday night. Thank God his dad was gone for the weekend for some mechanic's convention (or so he claimed, Kurt knew fully well he was seeing that Finn's mom and they took an impromptu trip to Cleveland). 

On Monday morning, he got to school and saw people whispering at the lockers. Kurt realized at that point that those dumb jocks must've told the school about Blaine and himself.

Huh, Kurt and Blaine. Kind of had a ring to it.

Kurt stuck his chin up and let them talk. It didn't matter to him what they said. It's not like they knew the truth.

That Blaine couldn't stand Kurt yet still managed to make out with him and make Kurt weak at the knees every time he thought about it.

That the entire weekend Kurt masturbated every time he thought about Blaine's lips, coming harder than he's ever came in his life.

That Kurt couldn't get Blaine's eyes out of his mind when he told Kurt "No."

No they didn't know and Kurt didn't plan on them finding out.

When he got to history, he didn't expect to see Blaine at all.

Surprisingly, Blaine was there, writing something down in a notebook. Kurt drew in a shocked breath when he saw him. That brought Blaine's attention up to the door, right at Kurt.

Kurt stood there, a bit shocked and dazed. Blaine's lips quirked up in a smirk, and brought his hand up to beckon him.

Kurt sighed and sat down right next to him. Blaine's hand came over and grabbed Kurt's.

"What the hell are you doing?" Kurt whispered, trying to pull away.

Blaine scoffed, "Well, we're supposed to be dating. Isn't this what people do when they're dating?"

Kurt was about to say something back like, ‘Oh like I'd really date you.' Or, ‘Please, I only hold hands when I'm having sex.' But Kurt couldn't bring himself to say anything.

Mostly because he realized at that moment why he cared enough to go over to those dumb jocks in the first place.

And why he cared enough to let Blaine rant about something.

Kurt didn't just want to sleep with Blaine to take his virginity.

Hell, Kurt didn't just want to sleep with Blaine. He wanted to take Blaine to a movie and eat popcorn and hold hands throughout the entire thing. He wanted to take Blaine to the mall and make him buy a whole new wardrobe. He wanted to have Blaine initiate contact with him and buy him flowers and-

Shit. Kurt fell in love with a virgin.