"Wait, wait," Blaine pulls away.

"What-"

"We need – hold on," Blaine mumbles, rushing over to his desk to root through a drawer for something. When he returns, he places a bottle of lubricant and a condom next to Kurt's pillow on the bed.

Kurt lifts an eyebrow. "Well, aren't you prepared?"

"Better to be prepared than, you know, not."

"How long have you had condoms in your desk drawer? I remember you had lube from when…yeah," Kurt wonders as Blaine stretches out over him.

"Uh…a while," Blaine blushes.

"Oh?" Kurt teases, trailing his fingers down Blaine's spine.

Blaine shivers. "Since that first time you let me suck you."

The way Blaine's voice sounds almost breathless combined with the insistent drag of his hips over Kurt's thigh brings Kurt to the realization that they are talking far too much. To remedy such a heinous crime, Kurt lifts his head from the pillow and captures Blaine's lips in a slow, hard kiss. He feels the heat of Blaine's sigh against his face.

He never thought he'd miss kissing someone so much.

Even though they're fully clothed, Kurt almost swears he can feel their heartbeats synch up in their chests. Kurt trails his fingers up Blaine's arms, sliding them over Blaine's shoulders and up to Blaine's neck where he feels an erratic pulse beneath two fingers, a sign that Blaine is real and that he's there and please, oh please don't let this be a dream.

It doesn't feel like a dream when Blaine grinds their hips together again, the unmistakable evidence of sheer need caught between two teenage bodies and the pitter-patter of nervous, young hearts clattering in their chests.

"You've been a good teacher," Kurt says with a coy smile when they part for air.

Blaine laughs breathlessly in return and rests his forehead against Kurt's. "Except I don't know exactly how to teach this last bit."

"It's like the final exam," Kurt says. "All the other things we've done have been like, practice. Assignments. Essays. Quizzes. And it all boils down to this one test."

"If only I knew what to put on the exam."

"That's okay. Tons of teachers just copy a test out of a book. You don't have to know all the answers."

"That just makes me an asshole teacher."

"…Pun intended?" Kurt asks with a quirk of his eyebrow.

"Maybe."

"I think we need to be naked for this test though. So you know I'm not cheating. You have to make sure I don't have the answers written on my hand or my arm or something like that."

"I like the way you think, Mr. Hummel," Blaine grins.

They shrug off their clothing; it isn't slow and sweet, it isn't dreamy glances combined with sweet kisses planted on suddenly naked skin. The act is frantic. They're teenagers. They're excited and nervous all at the same time. But when they're finally bare, chest to chest, thighs to thighs, everything seems a little bit more familiar. This is a place they've already explored. It's skin they already know, pressure points they've memorized.

"You're beautiful," Blaine whispers into Kurt's ear as he drags his hand over Kurt's naked hip and up his side.

Kurt wishes he had something to say in return, some witty remark, some sarcastic reply.

He comes up empty and finds he can't stop staring into Blaine's eyes.

"I love you," is all he can say.

Blaine presses a kiss to his jaw. "I love you too."

It isn't a dream.

Kurt's sure of that now.

"I'll tell you every day," Blaine breathes, sprinkling wet little kisses down Kurt's neck. "Every day."

And Kurt can't wait to hear it.

"Touch me," Kurt says because he can't stand it anymore. He needs to feel…everything.

Blaine seems to understand so he bites down oh so slightly on Kurt's clavicle, thrusting his hips down and Kurt grips Blaine's shoulders as if he might slip away at any second. Blaine thrusts again. Kurt can't stop the whine that escapes his throat, tumbling out between his lips and he hears Blaine moan against his neck. Blaine kisses his collarbone once more before he lifts his hips just enough to slither his hand in between their bodies. He takes firm grip of Kurt's erection, tugging, twisting his wrist, pulling so perfectly. He knows what Kurt likes. He knows how tightly he should squeeze and it drives Kurt fucking mad.

"Inside me," Kurt pants out, "please."

"You – are you sure?"

"Yes," Kurt whines, wrapping one leg around Blaine's waist to tug him closer. "I don't need a review. I want you. Please."

Blaine stares into Kurt's eyes for a long moment, searching for truth or – or untruth, searching for fear or unease but Kurt knows he finds none as soon as he releases his hold on Kurt's dick and reaches for the lubricant. Kurt lets his leg fall from around Blaine's waist, spreading his thighs as Blaine slicks up his fingers. He brushes one finger over Kurt's entrance and then slides it inside.

Kurt hisses, clenching instinctively, only to relax and bear down when he remembers the sensation. They'd only done this a handful of times before, but Christ did he remember how good it could feel.

"This might be weird, but can I just say that I missed doing this so much? I just…god, I missed the sounds you make," Blaine breathes as he watches the expressions on Kurt's face. "I missed the way you feel around me and just – you're so hot for it, I can't even…"

Kurt can't quite respond at the moment because Blaine presses another finger inside and oh yeah, yes, this, he missed this too.

"I can't wait to be inside you," Blaine whispers directly into Kurt's ear as he crooks his fingers, causing Kurt to bite his lips to muffle his scream.

Kurt claws at Blaine's back when he repeats the motion. "Please, please, please," Kurt cries into Blaine's strong shoulder.

Blaine kisses his temple and slips another finger inside. They've never tried three fingers before but Kurt figures it had to come sometime considering Blaine's dick is quite a bit bigger than two fingers. It burns. It burns a lot in an uncomfortable kind of way but Blaine holds him close and then decides to kiss him roughly, like he needs Kurt's tongue more than air at the moment. Blaine continues to stretch him as best he can, spreading his fingers, twisting, occasionally hitting Kurt's prostate and that makes him writhe uncontrollably on the bed.

"N-now," Kurt stutters out. He can't seem to say much more. "Now."

Blaine's breath is hot against Kurt's lips as he removes his fingers and reaches for the little foil wrapper. He tears it open with nervous hands. There's an awkward, fumbling moment when Blaine tries to slide the condom on and it's bizarre because Kurt has never seen Blaine so nervous in bed before. But then he remembers that this is different and this is new to both of them.

Uncharted territory.

Kurt hears Blaine cover his condom-clad erection with lube and hey, this is real. This is happening.

"Just – just let me know if I need to stop. Or slow down. Or anything," Blaine states when he's hovering over Kurt, balancing himself on one arm while he slips a pillow under Kurt's hips. He aligns his dick with Kurt's entrance.

"I will," Kurt assures him. He's shaking a little. He feels sort of cold for some reason. He's more nervous than he can ever recall being.

But Blaine peers down at him with such…a warm smile, with such kind eyes.

Kurt could almost see the hearts in those eyes.

Blaine pushes inside.

Oh okay, holy shit, that's pretty painful. Kurt goes rigid, fingers digging into the skin of Blaine's shoulders, face screwed up in pain.

"A-are you okay?" Blaine asks breathlessly. "Do I need to st-"

"Just give – give me a minute," Kurt hisses. He wills his body to relax, to accept the large intrusion. Once he finally catches his breath, he locks one leg back around Blaine's waist, the heel of his foot pressing against the small of Blaine's back to urge him deeper. "Just go slow."

Blaine gives a shaky nod and an equally shaky deep breath before pushing in just a little more. Kurt bites his lip to stop from crying out. Even though Blaine is moving as slow as possible, it still kind of feels like he's being torn apart. Kurt's body clenches, belly tight, and he knows he's already sweating. But before he knows it, Blaine is completely sheathed, buried inside him, forehead nuzzling Kurt's neck as Blaine suppresses a moan.

"K-Kurt…it's – oh god, you're so tight."

Yeah. Basically. Blaine doesn't move. Kurt can feel Blaine's hot breath ghosting over his neck as he attempts to relax. He doesn't know how long they stay like that, fitted together like this, but eventually the worst of the pain subsides. There's still an ache or a burn of sorts, but he no longer feels like he's being split in half. So he kisses Blaine's hair and says, "Move. Please."

Blaine groans above him but does as he's told. He pulls out slowly and both of them hiss at the slick, dragging sensation.

"Oh…my god," Kurt moans when Blaine pushes back inside.

So this is what it was like. This was how it was. This – this feeling of full and complete and oh, yes, fuck yes. This is how it feels to be a part of a whole. Kurt's suddenly very glad he waited. He's glad he's with Blaine. He's glad his first time includes all of this.

The burn was still ever present but shit; Kurt could feel heat and something strong and solid, he could feel Blaine inside him. He's pushing, pulling, thrusting, groaning, in and out, in and out. The temperature in the room soars to a searing heat and Kurt clings to Blaine's sweaty skin. The heel of his foot is digging into Blaine's back, urging him to move more, more faster, thrust harder.

"I love you," Blaine states between clenched teeth. "Oh god, I love you."

"Y-yes," is all Kurt can reply. "Oh right – yes, there, fuck…"

Blaine pauses in his motions, angles his hips differently, reaches to the side to claw at Kurt's thigh, and he thrusts again, right – right – right –

There.

"Blaine," Kurt chokes on air as his orgasm hits him suddenly, with full speed, like a train wreck.

"Yes," Blaine moans into Kurt's hair as he shudders. "Oh – yes…"

They ride it out together, sweat and heat mingling. Blaine presses wet, soft kisses to Kurt's forehead. He collapses. They lay, panting, in a tangled heap of young limbs and a long, sated moment.

"I love you too," Kurt whispers.

He feels Blaine smile against his shoulder.

Kurt decides, as far as educations go, this whole sex one was probably the best yet.

He looks down at Blaine to see his eyes closed, but a smile still on his lips.

Yeah. Definitely the best.

End.