“I want to take you out on a date.”

Kurt’s head swivels, cracking a vertebrae or two in the process, in order to stare at Blaine from his position on the piano bench. The man looks perfectly serious for having suggested something so completely preposterous in their current situation, though he does look like he might have singed his nerve endings gathering the courage to actually suggest it out loud.

“Uh…not to sound completely stupid,” Kurt begins, “but aren’t we in, you know, a secret relationship? Uh, secret being the key word. With secret meaning we can’t really be seen as a couple…outside of this room. Or by anyone else.”

“Well, I’ve been thinking,” Blaine hurries to say. “We’d obviously go somewhere outside of Lima. On a weekend. Like a late Christmas present since we didn’t get to see each other at Christmas. And you could tell your parents that you’re staying at a friend’s house and we could take your car so it’s not parked here all weekend. And, I mean, I’m pretty small. I’m shorter than you. So it doesn’t really matter that you look a little younger because you don’t look that much younger so we’re kind of evenly matched with me being so small so we could kind of maybe pull off the idea that you’re twenty or something and-”

“Wow, okay, slow down there,” Kurt interrupts, hopefully before Blaine can work himself up into a panic. He closes the cover on the piano, hiding the keys out of sight, and shuffles over to sit next to Blaine on the edge of the sofa. “I would love to go on a date with you, Blaine.”

“Yeah?” Blaine asks, a nervous smile twisting on his lips while his knee bounces in anticipation.

“Of course I would,” Kurt confirms. “It’s just that…we had rules, you know? So we didn’t accidentally give ourselves away and get you into trouble.”

“I know,” Blaine says quickly. “I know why we have rules. But I’ve really thought this out. We could go to Columbus or something. I know tons of great places to eat in Columbus.”

“Because you went to school there?” Kurt asks pointedly.

“Yeah and there’s this great-”

“Blaine,” Kurt stops him. “You went to college there.”

“I – yeah? Why-”

“What if someone recognizes you there?”

“…Oh,” Blaine mumbles lamely. His spirit isn’t so quickly snuffed, though, and the light immediately returns to his eyes. “Well, even if someone recognizes me, they won’t recognize you. And it’s not like they’re going to straight up ask how old you are. That’s creepy. And the clothes you wear always make you look older than eighteen. Or seventeen for that matter.”

“You’re really dead set on this date thing, aren’t you?” Kurt asks.

Blaine stiffens, but only for a second, before he stands abruptly and turns his back to Kurt.

“If you don’t want to go out with me, just say so,” Blaine says, suddenly sounding like Mr. Anderson when his tether of patience ends with one of the more obnoxious students in his class.

“Blaine,” Kurt says slowly, as if approaching a wounded baby animal, “I just said I want to go on a date with you. And I meant it. I just – I don’t want you to feel like you have to take me out.”

“…What d’you mean?”

“I don’t need dates or flowers or gifts. I don’t need you to tell the world, or at least the parts of it inhabited with people we don’t know, that we’re together. I’m happy just being with you. I don’t need you to take me out just because that’s what…normal people do.”

Back still to Kurt, Blaine’s shoulders hunch and Kurt can see the knobs of Blaine’s spine in his neck as he dips his head. He looks so small like that, defenseless and tired.

“Because we’re not normal,” Blaine speaks softly.

At the defeat in Blaine’s voice, Kurt acts on instinct and stands, wrapping his arms around Blaine’s waist and kissing the skin covering his bones, bones so small and breakable that sometimes Kurt forgets about their age difference.

“What we feel is perfectly normal,” Kurt reasons. “It’s everyone else that would think we’re not.”

“It’s not fair to you,” Blaine says, covering Kurt’s arms with his hands, tugging them tighter around his small frame. “You should be with someone who can be proud to show you off.”

Kurt sighs into the hair at the base of Blaine’s neck, laughing silently to himself because this is crazy and they’re crazy and they have rules for a reason, but he needs to see Blaine smile again.

“I’m sure you’ll show me off plenty in Columbus,” he says, a bit of amusement laced into his words.

“…What?” Blaine asks tentatively, attempting to peer over his shoulder. “You – you wanna go?”

“Of course I wanna go, you adorable idiot.”

Blaine spins around in Kurt’s arms, kissing him fiercely with excitement and delight upon hearing Kurt’s words.

“It’s going to be absolutely perfect,” Blaine assures him. “You’ll see! And we’ll get a hotel and everything and-”

“A hotel, huh?” Kurt teases. “Are all of our rules just flying out the window now?”

“Believe it or not, Mr. Hummel, I’m perfectly capable of sharing a bed with someone without feeling the need to jump their bones immediately.”

“Shame. This innocent, virgin nonsense is becoming tiresome.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

And so, two weeks later, Kurt follows Blaine into a too-swanky hotel room; you know, the kind where they take your luggage up for you and where you have to tip everyone and where they leave chocolate for you on your pillow. The sheets on the bed are pressed and white, and when Kurt places his hand atop the bed, he determines that they’re just as soft as they look. The room is modern, clean, and far too nice.

“This is too much,” Kurt says after taking a good look around the room.

“Whatever, this is awesome,” Blaine replies, flopping on the bed and stretching out his short legs.

“I thought you were a teacher,” Kurt says suspiciously, yet with a smile. “How exactly can you afford a room like this?”

“Oh, I like that. Thanks!”

“Seriously,” Kurt says, settling on the edge of the bed and picking at the corner of a pillowcase. “This is really, really nice.”

Blaine is quiet for a long minute before he reaches over and grips Kurt’s hand, tugging him down onto the bed and against his chest. Kurt sighs in contentment, nuzzling his head up under Blaine’s chin. They’re never actually cuddled on a bed before, you know, to avoid…certain things.

Just in case.

But they’re here now and the bed is comfy and Blaine is warm and he smells particularly nice.

“It is nice,” Blaine says softly. “I wanted it to be nice because I wasn’t sure when we were going to get the chance to do this again. The date thing, I mean. And don’t worry about the money issue. Not this weekend.”

“But you didn’t have to-”

“Kurt,” Blaine says, placing a hand over Kurt’s mouth, effectively shutting him up. “Not another word.”

Internally, Kurt kind of shivers at the sound of Blaine’s voice because he sounds so…authoritative. Kind of like classroom Blaine, but far sexier because when Blaine has to be classroom Blaine, Kurt’s never so close that he can hear Blaine’s heartbeat.

Or feel a bit of his chest hair.

Oh god.

This is not going to be an easy night.

Columbus is a pretty cool city, Kurt decides, at least in comparison to Lima. It’s no New York City, but there are still tall buildings and restaurants that Kurt has never heard of.

Not to mention, he and Blaine get to walk down the streets hand in hand, without fear of their true ages or their student-teacher status being discovered. It’s carefree and easy and Kurt doesn’t think about the fact that he lied to his dad about where he’d be or about how he told Mercedes that he couldn’t go to the mall this weekend because he had too much homework. No, he doesn’t think about any of that because they’re walking on the sidewalk with genuine smiles, like an honest-to-god couple. They even have to do that awkward whose-hand-should-be-in-front-during-hand-holding routine when they’re walking side by side.

In the end, Blaine’s hand stays in front because he’s the shorter of the two.

It’s perfect.

In fact, the entire night is perfect. Blaine takes him to an art gallery before they eat at this sushi restaurant that requires a reservation. He buys Kurt a flower from a street vendor and they have coffee even though the sun has set because they have all night. All night to talk, to laugh, to hold.

When they finally return to their hotel room, they order chocolate mousse from room service while Blaine retells misadventures from the various classrooms he had been in.

It isn’t until it’s after two in the morning when things become slightly more awkward than glorious.

“We should get ready for bed,” Blaine says, sliding off the bed to retrieve his overnight bag.

Without so much as a warning, he tugs his shirt over his head and drops it on a nearby chair. Kurt’s eyes widen comically because, hello, shirtless Blaine with his bare back and tan skin and sweet lord, is that a birthmark? When Blaine reaches for the zipper of his jeans, Kurt can’t hold back the slight squeak that escapes from his lips.

“Oh, shit,” Blaine mutters, immediately fumbling for his discarded shirt which he uses to cover his chest. “I didn’t even think – I’m sorry. I’ll change in the bathroom.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Kurt says quickly. It’s more than fine, he thinks. In fact, Blaine without a shirt is borderline wonderful and now Kurt wishes he could have kept that squeak in just so he could see more. “I – I was just surprised.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Blaine averts his eyes and drops the shirt back onto the chair, giving Kurt’s eyes unimpeded access to his bare chest. There’s a dusting of chest hair. He had seen it briefly one before, when Blaine had come out of his bedroom at his apartment in the process of changing shirts, but this is different because –

Well, just because.

“I don’t, um, I don’t usually sleep with a shirt on,” Blaine informs, cheeks going red as he scratches at the back of his neck. “Is…that okay?”

“Oh, that’s fine,” Kurt says, attempting to sound nonchalant about the ordeal even though yeah, okay, it’s kind of a big deal because naked skin. “Do you – underwear or pajamas?”

“Usually just boxers,” Blaine tells him. “But I brought a pair of sweatpants. Out of courtesy, of course.”

“Of course,” Kurt replies weakly, his throat going dry.

Blaine smiles ever so slightly before turning back to his bag and pulling out a pair of grey, nondescript sweatpants.

“I’ll be quick,” he states, shuffling into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

Kurt releases a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding and resigns himself to the fact that no, he won’t be getting much sleep tonight.

Eventually, they’re both in their sleep clothes, Blaine sans shirt, and standing on opposite sides of the bed which had been turned down by room attendants before they had arrived back at the hotel.

“So uh…which side do you want?” Blaine asks as they both stare at the bed like the thing itself presents some great mystery.

“Um, this side’s fine,” Kurt says with a shrug.

“Right. Yeah, okay.”

They share a glance, though the glance has no meaning, and finally crawl into the bed and under the soft sheets. There’s a strange moment where they’re both settled, though not yet completely comfortable, but they’re both too nervous to move to even switch off the light.

“Am I – should I stay on my side the whole night?” Kurt asks, his voice cracking slightly in the middle of his sentence.

Blaine huffs abruptly, releasing his tension in the form of a stiff laugh before he rolls over to face Kurt, his nerves having finally vanished. Kurt takes that as his cue, exhaling loudly and turning his head on his pillow.

“We’re being silly,” Blaine says.

“Are we?”

“Shut off your light and come here,” Blaine instructs, stretching out an arm.

Kurt blushes but does as Blaine insists, switching the light off and scooting over until he’s got his head pillowed on Blaine’s bicep. Oh god, he smells so good, like maybe he spritzed on a bit of cologne before while he had been in the bathroom. Blaine’s all bare, warm skin and smiles when his free hand settles on Kurt’s slim waist. His thumb caresses Kurt’s lowest rib through his sleep shirt and it’s so comforting, so soothing, that Kurt feels the caffeine from their coffee fade from his veins. He relaxes in Blaine’s hold, breathing deeply and blinking slowly as his mind unwinds.

“I get to wake up next to you,” Blaine says softly, trailing his hand up and carding his fingers through Kurt’s soft hair.

“Ignore my morning breath when you do.”

Smiling broadly, Blaine nudges his nose against Kurt’s. “Morning breath doesn’t matter.”

He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to Kurt’s pliant lips, lips that kiss back just as lazily, with just as much effort and force. It’s sweet, slow, and it might be one of those kisses that Kurt remembers for the rest of his life because they’re tucked into bed and the air is cool but the sheets are just warm enough. Blaine tugs Kurt closer, a hand on the back of Kurt’s thigh as he drags Kurt’s leg up over his own. It’s intimate, so close, but ever so right. Kurt can feel Blaine’s hip pressing against crotch and oh, wow, their clothes are so thin and this might be the closest they’ve ever really been.

“You taste like chocolate,” Blaine whispers, his tongue darting out to lick at Kurt’s lower lip.

“I – you-” Kurt finds he can’t exactly think coherently, much less give a reply.

“Shit,” Blaine mumbles, pulling away from Kurt’s lips, chest heaving, eyes wide and shocked at his own actions. “I’m sorry. I told you I wouldn’t – I didn’t mean to – I’m sorry.”

“S’okay,” Kurt assures, combing his fingers through Blaine’s hair. “We’ve kissed before.”

“I know, I know,” Blaine says quickly. “But you don’t understand how hard it is for me to just…keep my hands to myself. When it comes to you, I mean.”

“You think it’s not hard for me?” Kurt teases with a grin.

“No, I’m sure it is. I’m just saying – fuck. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re lucky because you don’t exactly know what you’re missing.”

“…Because I’m a virgin?” Kurt asks, more curious than offended because it’s true. He doesn’t know all the ins and outs of sex yet. It isn’t something he can deny.

Blaine groans in frustration at Kurt’s words and his innocent tone, pulling Kurt closer once more until they’re pressed flush and breathing in each other’s air. Heat and exhilaration suddenly crackle against their skin. Blaine’s eyes are so dark, pupils blown and holy shit, Kurt thinks, he’s never looked so turned on.

“I am eighteen, you know,” Kurt whispers dangerously, trailing a single finger down the side of Blaine’s face. “What if I told you I wanted you to show me what it feels like?”

“God,” Blaine hisses, squeezing his eyes shut, fingers fisting into Kurt’s clothes. His hands are trembling, suppressing the desperation in his muscles to just reach out and touchtakehave. “We said – we have rules.”

“It’s just one night,” Kurt says. “One night where I’m not your student and you’re not Mr. Anderson. One night where we’re away from everyone back home. No one can find us. And no one will know.”

“But we said-”

“I’m eighteen,” Kurt says again. “I’m legally allowed to make my own decisions.”

“I’m not going to fuck you,” Blaine states, though his voice has gone all deep and hungry, the words sounding like they scratch along his throat as he says them.

Kurt’s fingers inch their way down Blaine’s neck, down over his shoulders and, with the blunt, smooth edges of his fingernails, he begins to scrape his way down the firm planes of Blaine’s back. He lifts his head just so, just enough to lean over and whisper into Blaine’s ear.

“You don’t have to. But even a virgin knows there are other ways to make someone come.”

At Kurt’s words, Blaine seems to throw the rule book out the window because the calm, comfortable kisses of the past are forgotten as he dives in, claiming Kurt’s lips in a rough collision of teeth and tongues. It’s fierce, possessive almost, and Kurt can’t help but groan into Blaine’s mouth when Blaine’s hand cups Kurt’s ass through his pajama pants. Kurt wants to cry in relief because he didn’t think he’d get to experience this for another few months. But here they are, tangled up in soft sheets in an almost-dark hotel room, far away from their worries and their fears.

“Please,” Kurt begs, though he doesn’t quite know what he’s begging for as he clings to Blaine’s shoulders.

Blaine moans and slides his lips away, only to begin trailing hot, wet kisses along Kurt’s jaw and down his throat.

“You make it so difficult,” Blaine hisses, nipping at Kurt’s collarbone. “Some days in class I just – fuck.”

He flips Kurt onto his back before sliding on top of him, slotting his hips between Kurt’s spread legs. They fit together almost perfectly, Kurt notices when Blaine begins to rock his hips slowly against Kurt’s.

“I try so hard to be good,” Blaine breathes into Kurt’s ear, licking at the shell and nipping at his earlobe.

Kurt shivers beneath Blaine, sighs at the pressure against his erection, his hands beginning to fully explore Blaine’s naked back. It feels like miles of hot skin underneath Kurt’s inexperienced palms and it’s glorious, made even better when Blaine grinds down roughly against him. It’s like fire and ice all at once, like heaven and hell are battling for victory inside his limbs.

“God, tell me to stop, Kurt,” Blaine groans, dropping his head to Kurt’s shoulder, hips thrusting of their own accord.

Kurt’s mouth falls open, a reply on his lips, but it’s drowned out by the long, needy moan that escapes instead. He feels like he’s coming unhinged, like it’s too much, like he needs more and less all at the same time and one of his legs winds itself around Blaine’s waist.

“Fuck, I’m going straight to hell,” Blaine huffs, fingers twining into Kurt’s mussed hair before crashing their mouths together.

It’s isn’t a kiss, not really, just lips glued to lips, breathing in each other’s souls as they move. Kurt wants to say, “I’ll come with you,” but there’s no way he can form a complete sentence at this point because his brain short-circuited the moment Blaine pushed him onto his back. He’s so hot like this, all swear words and taught muscles and out of control and Christ, this man is not his teacher, not like this. No desks, no books, no tests, just breathy moans and trembling fingers and eager hips.

The fact that they agreed to avoid things like this in the first place probably makes the situation ten times hotter, and that thought causes Kurt to lose all of his inhibitions. He slides his hands into Blaine’s sweat pants, slipping under his boxers and grabbing Blaine’s bare ass, forcing him to thrust harder. He shoves his tongue into Blaine’s mouth, licking at his palate as he grinds back forcefully.

“Jesus Christ,” Blaine whines, one of his hands releasing its hold on Kurt’s hair, clawing down Kurt’s chest until his fingers are caught between their bodies and inching toward the top of Kurt’s pajama pants. “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”

“Don’t stop,” Kurt manages to whisper. “Please.”

“Fuck,” Blaine groans, lifting his hips just so, leaving just enough space to slide his hand into Kurt’s pants and underwear and grip Kurt’s dick, tight and sure.

Kurt immediately arches into the touch. Another person’s hand on his dick feels remarkably different, exciting, and in this case, forbidden.

“You feel so good,” Blaine breathes, pressing his own dick into the crook where Kurt’s hip meets his thigh. “So good, oh god.”

Kurt feels like he’s only just hanging onto reality, clinging to Blaine’s body as if he’s the only anchor left. Something hot and fierce constricts in his belly, that familiar ache and twist that he craves. They’re still rocking and Blaine’s still pumping him and oh, oh, he’s teetering on the edge, he can feel it, please, please, let him come, please, he needs it, just let him come, just let him come.

“I’ve got you,” Blaine whispers against Kurt’s neck and he does, Kurt realizes.

Blaine’s got him. He lifts his head, continues to thrust and tug, and plants a searing kiss to Kurt’s lips and that’s when Kurt loses it, his shout muffled against Blaine’s lips. He spills himself onto Blaine’s fingers, all over his stomach, and on the hem of his pajama top. His hips stutter and start, pleasure zinging right down to the very tips of his toes and he’s only vaguely aware of Blaine coming as well, a long groan pouring out from between his lips as he comes into his sweatpants.

Eventually, their muscles give out and Blaine relaxes atop Kurt’s shivering body. Kurt’s leg drops back onto the bed and he can feel the damp spot on Blaine’s sweatpants against his hip. The world falls back together when he can finally breathe again, can finally feel the bed below him and Blaine’s breath against his neck.

“We should have been doing that ages ago,” Kurt says in awe.

Blaine’s snort of laughter is muffled in Kurt’s skin, but he finally rolls off Kurt and extricates his hand from Kurt’s pants.

“Ages ago you were still seventeen, you realize.”

“Well thank god I’m not anymore,” Kurt drawls. His skin is still sticky and, frankly, quite gross where his come is still drying on his stomach, but he rolls over to face Blaine anyway. “You can’t make me wait until graduation to do this again.”

“It shouldn’t have happened this time.”

“…Well it did.”

Blaine’s eyes finally meet his for the first time since they both had the most epic orgasm ever (at least in Kurt’s mind).

“And it’s not like you forced me into it,” Kurt adds. “If anything, it was my idea. So don’t go saying this was some mistake or that you’re a bad person.”

“Kurt-”

“Yes, I know you won’t fuck me properly with your dick in my ass until I’m not your student anymore but I liked doing what we just did.”

“I know-”

“And I don’t think we should have to stop doing this because we both want it, we both like it, it’s consensual, and-”

“Kurt!” Blaine says a little louder than necessary, if only to stop Kurt’s nervous rambling.

“Sorry,” Kurt mumbles, shoving his face into his pillow.

“You just – I never said we had to stop,” Blaine says gently, reaching out a hand to caress Kurt’s shoulder. “Hey, look at me.” He waits until Kurt finally peers at him, even though he’s still hiding one of his eyes against the pillow. “Maybe it was a little unrealistic of us to think that we could make it this entire time without…doing certain things.”

“You think?”

“I just wanted us to be safe. And I’d like to keep my job, you know.”

“It’s not like I’m going to sit in your lap in the middle class and make you jerk me off in front of everyone,” Kurt states. “I’m not that dumb.”

“I know you’re not,” Blaine sighs. “I think it’s…more of a problem for me. Keeping my hands off you. But now that – shit, now that I know what you – it’s not gonna be as easy for me as you think it is. To stop touching you, I mean.”

Kurt simply stares back at him with hopeful eyes because he doesn’t exactly know what to say to such an admission. For one, it’s nice to hear that somebody isn’t repulsed by him, to hear that someone is eager to touch him. Two, he feels slightly guilty for pushing Blaine to open a door that, perhaps, was best remained locked until graduation.

“I didn’t mean to make you…do this.”

“Don’t even think that,” Blaine says at once, reaching out with strong arms to tug Kurt closer and tuck him into his side. “You didn’t make me do anything. I wanted this. I wanted you. I was just – I was trying to be a better person for you by not giving in. You have to understand that this, what we just did? I wanted to do that to you before. When you weren’t…legal. And sometimes that scares me.”

Pressing his forehead against Blaine’s chin, Kurt snuggles closer, ignoring the drying come on his belly and sleep shirt.

“Well you don’t have to be scared anymore,” he says softly. “Because I’m fully capable of making my own decisions and my own choices. And I’ve chosen you.”

Blaine sighs into Kurt’s hair. “You think too highly of me.”

“Not at all. You were quite the upstanding gentleman when you refused to kiss me before I turned eighteen.”

“That was probably more out of self-preservation than anything else, you know.”

“Either way,” Kurt replies, yawning deeply and relaxing against Blaine’s body. “I’m still here. You’re not going to get rid of me so easily.”

“I guess not,” Blaine whispers.

They’re quiet for a while and eventually Blaine shuts off the light on his side of bed. Kurt drapes his arm over Blaine’s chest, thumb tracing innocuous patters onto the skin of Blaine’s neck. It’s calm now, peaceful that he knows that Blaine won’t push him away when they get back to Lima. He can breathe. He can rest, body sated and mind at ease. Blaine is warm and strong beside him, his familiar scent a blessing to breathe.

And he sleeps.

An hour or so later, Blaine still hasn’t joined Kurt in slumber. The city lights and the glow of the moon are mocking him through the open curtains. Kurt sighs in his sleep once more before finally rolling back to his side of the bed. Blaine immediately misses his warmth, but, very slowly and as quietly as possible, he lifts the blanket and sheet from his body and slides out of bed.

He shivers the moment his feet touch the floor, but he pads across the room to the window and seats himself gently on the low, wide windowsill. Their hotel is nestled in the heart of the city and, as such, they’re in a place where the city never truly sleeps. There are a few taxi cabs still at work down on the street and groups of random, drunken college students are stumbling down the sidewalks.

Kurt will be one of them when he goes to New York, Blaine realizes. He’ll leave Blaine behind and fly off to a land of new adventures, new people, a whole new life. Blaine will just be a blip on his radar at that point.

And what’s wrong with that?

He’s young. He has that right.

Blaine has no claim to him.

He cranes his neck and glances back at Kurt on the bed. He’s curled up now, hugging his pillow while he sleeps. He looks adorable, Blaine muses.

And innocent.

Blaine cringes internally at the word, considering it’s so very appropriate.

Adorable, innocent Kurt Hummel, who shares his bed and has no idea what he’s really asking for when he begs, ‘please, Blaine, please’.

The only thing that makes Blaine cringe even more is the fact that he would. He will. He’ll give into Kurt’s begging, give into those ocean eyes and that soft, pale stretch of skin because Kurt Hummel is a siren whose song he can’t even hope to ignore. He’ll kiss him until he can’t breathe, touch him in all of those unexplored places, make him cry with something like ecstasy.

And then, when it’s time, he’ll let Kurt walk away from him. Even though he thinks he might be falling in love. Even though Kurt is probably the most important person in his life. Even though falling in love with young, adorable, innocent Kurt Hummel is probably more dangerous than trying to outwit God.

But there’s nothing for it, Blaine thinks when he finally crawls back into bed and wraps himself around Kurt’s warm body in an attempt to sleep.

There’s nothing for it because Blaine Anderson is obviously a sinner and the devil will almost always drag you under.