The ride in the limo towards prom was filled with hushed whispers, the occasional compliment, the occasional quip, the occasional kiss, the occasional smile, then the grab of hands to exit the car.

Then Kurt froze.

"I can't do this," He murmured, taking one glance at all the other people surrounding him, backing away. "I—no."

Blaine noticed before he had even spoke that he was worrying and started to rub small comforting circles with his palm, over his blazer-clad back.

"It's gunna be fine, Kurt, please, just a few more steps you'll be inside." Blaine reasurred, smiling but inside he was less than pleased, he'd come so far with Kurt through the past month, from actually finally speaking to him, to almost nearly having sex with him a few days ago, he knew Kurt wasn't using him—he hoped—but he just didn't want tonight going down the drain because Kurt just simply didn't feel like it.

"Could a massive piano just fall down on me right now? Please, I mean that could happen, couldn't it?" Kurt fretted, eyes darting around the room he was almost in.

"Just keep walking, Babe." Blaine rolled his eyes, laughing at Kurt's antics.

"Or like—a boulder could crash through here," Kurt continued. "A monkey could steal the wiring to all the lights and music dock, causing everything to go terribly wrong, to everyone fleeing, right?"

No, Kurt didn't even stop there.

"Four small mexicans will gallop in here right now, right now and take all the cakes, causing all the fat people to murder everyone."

He still didn't stop there.

"A massive cat could run in here and wee absolutely everywher—"

"Shut up, Kurt!" Blaine almost screamed, grabbing him by the shoulders and forcing him into a sloppy kiss, which Kurt moaned into, then relaxed.

"Sorry," Kurt whispered against his boyfriend's mouth. "I've never been to a prom before, I guess I'm just a little—"

"Nervous?" Blaine laughs, resting his forehead against Kurt's. "You don't say?"

A few seconds of silence passed, they just relaxed in eachother's embrace, not taking it for granted, "Come on," Blaine broke the silence. "Let's go inside."

"O-Okay."

They walked hand in hand inside the huge hall, Blaine was holding his breath until he heard Kurt let out an "Oh my god."

"Blaine! It's so beautiful! Look at all the decorations! I just—wow, look!" Kurt pointed happily over to the punch bowl which had been decorated to the maxium with sparkly cups, sparkly beads, sparkly everything, it was truly gorgeous.

"You like it, huh?" Blaine asked, walking inside a little more, just to get the same reaction from last time, with Kurt gushing over another part of the room and hopping around him exitedly.

"Love it, oh my god, look and all your friends are here!" Blaine wasn't sure why he was mentioning his friends, It's not like Kurt even liked them or bothered about them anyway.

"Yeah, let's go say 'Hi'."

"Alright, just don't trip up in the perfection of this room whilst you're walking!" Kurt clapped his hands together and sort-of bounced, smiling hard.

"You're not that nervous anymore right?" Blaine asked as they started slowly walking towards Rachel and Finn.

"Fucking terrified," Kurt admitted. "But the decorations are so beautiful I might die, so it's okay."

"Don't die on me." Blaine raised an eyebrow, locking their arms together protectively.

"I'll try not to," Kurt sighed. "Hi Rachel, Finn."

Rachel turned around dramatically, her pink be-dazzled dress flowing with her, she looked gorgeous.

"Hey, guys!" She stared down at their linked arms and shot Blaine a quick wink. "You both look great if I do say so myself."

"Yeah, you both look awesome." Finn nodded, agreeing with Rachel.

"Thanks," Kurt and Blaine both said in union, blushing, then Blaine broke the silence. "So do you guys by the way, you both look amazing."

Rachel grabbed Finn's hand and brought it up to her lips. "We do, don't we?"

Kurt rolled his eyes in disgust. "Okay, let's go get a drink before I explode with even more nerves than I had before we even got here!"

Blaine was slowly about to reply before Finn frowned. "You're nervous, Kurt?"

"Yep," Kurt quickly nodded, trying to get away. "Probably gunna faint anytime now, just wait for it."

"If you're really that nervous," Rachel stated, butting in. "Puck normally spikes the punch bowl at prom, just drink some of that."

"Alright, bye now." Kurt grabbed Blaine's arm and pulled him into a corner where no one was really lurking, just a few people dancing on their own. "You didn't tell me that I could get drunk here!"

Blaine laughed. "I didn't think you'd be that nervous?"

"Well I fucking am that nervous, B!" Kurt raised his voice clenching his fists into a tight ball.

Blaine quickly looked around and pulled them into the corner even more before pulling out 2 medium sized bottles of the strongest vodka he could find, and a 2 little shot pots of tequila.

"I didn't think you'd be that nervous," Blaine laughed. "But I brought these anyway, because I wanted to have the best time that I fucking could."

Kurt didn't reply, he just looked at him with awe, so he carried on speaking. "Get fucking wasted with me, Kurt?"

The chesnut—and pink—haired boy took one of the bottles of vodka from his boyfriends hands, along with one of the shot pots of tequila. "You know how much 'care free' turns me on right? A lot."

"It does?" Blaine asked, looking straight into Kurt's blue-grey eyes.

"So, so much," Kurt winked. "Come with me, and lets just get fucking wasted."

"You didn't even have to ask." Blaine whispered as he pulled Kurt in for a quick, breathless kiss before they parted and slipped into one of the bathroom stools.

"Mm," Kurt moaned around his half emptied bottle of vodka. "I love the taste of this stuff."

"Me too," Blaine agrees, finishing off his bottle of vodka.

"We should talk about stuff, you know—before we get too pissed."

"Like what? And I'm already well on my way to pissed, I've finished my bottle already." Blaine laughs, clutching at the small shot pot on the floor next to him.

"Where are we going after prom?" Kurt asks, taking another swig from his bottle. "Because I am not going back home to my nan; fucked completely out of my brain."

"O-Oh!" Blaine hiccuped, unscrewing his shot pot. "I booked us a hotel for the night, I forgot to tell you!"

Kurt frowned. "I won't have anything to change into in the morning?"

"Well!" Blaine laughed, trying to stand up, but failing miserably. "They clean our stuff over night so in the morning it will be all fresh and clean for us to wear, you know?"

"Ooooh," Kurt laughs. "Great!"

Blaine downs his shot pot quickly, throat burning at the taste, while Kurt completely knocks back the last of his vodka like a pro.

"Fuck, we're gunna have such a bad hangover in the morning, Blaine." Kurt comments, finally being able to open his own shot pot, drinks it slowly, then puts it in the bin along with his and Blaine's bottles of vodka.

"I know," Blaine groans. "At least you're not nervous anymore right?"

"I guess so," Kurt laughs. "I'm just really, really horny now instead."

Blaine's eyes darken quickly as he grabs his boyfriends cold hands, he pushes them out onto the dance floor as he grabs his hips and starts frotting against them not at all in time to whatever crap they were playing on the speakers, Kurt moans above him circling his hands around Blaine's neck.

They try to grind to the music but it honestly didn't really work, so it came down to both of them making up their own thrust and grind beat.

Kurt's cock was twitching in his pants and he was well over the verge of pissed by now, but he didn't care because he could see the looks and stares they were getting, the looks that told them to stop, but he was having too much fun. Plus he knew no one would ever touch him, his popularity was almost at a high, it went down a little after he joined Glee Club but soon plummeted back up when he threw his lunch all over the new lunch lady a day before he and Blaine started dating.

So screw it, Kurt Hummel could do whatever he wants to do.

20 minutes into their breathless kisses and hard grinding they get rudely stopped by one Noah Puckerman.

"Dudes," Puck says, raising an eyebrow at them both. "The hell have you taken? I haven't even spiked the punch bowl yet, Sylvesters got her back on it twenty four seven."

Kurt slurrs out the words "Vodka, some tequila." before Blaine goes back to dry humping him again.

"Just keep the grinding to a minimum, they're announcing prom King and Queen in a second, don't need you guys having your gay babies infront of us." Puck scolded, even though he did really like seeing Blaine have a good time, even though he was probably going to end up getting fucked later.

And Puck was right they did annouce prom King and Queen just then, but Kurt and Blaine were too hooked up in eachothers bodies and lips that they didn't even realize Brittany and Rachel got elected, leaving a very confused Finn and a rather pissed off Santana behind.

10 minutes after Brittany and Rachel danced Kurt whispered something into Blaine's ear. "I want you so bad."

"I want you too," Blaine says as he places a firm palm over the front of Kurt's crotch. "We should get out of here."

"Please." Kurt moans quietly, almost inaudiably.

Blaine orders their taxi back to their hotel which they stumble in, paying the cab driver probably too much but they don't care right now because the alcohol level in their veins is way too high for them to even think if they want this right now.

They get inside and pay for their room, once again probably paying way too much but they are so, so horny they just couldn't care less.

Once they finally get to their room they stumble in—knocking a lamp off the side which was luckily plastic so it doesn't smash—absently stripping their clothes off in a haze of confusion.

"Are you going to fuck me, Blaine?" Kurt whispers, alcohol seeping through his veins.

"God, yes I am." Blaine crashes their mouths together, too much teeth and tongue are involved and it startes getting far too sloppy after a while so they have to unlatch their lips and continue shredding their clothing.

They both stumble to the bed together, Blaine pins Kurt underneath him so he is unable to move, completely naked.

"You're so beautiful," Blaine groans. "So beautiful."

Blaine tries to memorize his body but his brain just doesn't want to cooperate with him right now.

"So are you." Kurt arches up when Blaine trails kisses down his collarbone, just where his tattoo is.

Kurt's skin was pale white, gorgeous in all directions, his hipbones stick out a lot more than normal and he has the skinniest, longest legs ever with such fine hairs he should be called hairless, then down to his hard heavy cock which is spilling pre-cum at the tip against his stomach, Its a pretty cock even though Blaine would never admit to calling a cock pretty because it sounds stupid.

But he takes it in his mouth and starts to suck, he starts to suck like he was born to do so.

"Oh," Kurt lets out a half-gasp half-moan, because god, Blaine's mouth was so warm but so cold at the same time and he has just enough suction to make him writh against the sheets.

Blaine bobs his head, traces veins with his tongue, sucks with different types of suction and almost sends Kurt over the edge. Twice.

"Please!" Kurt screams and gasps. "Fuck me, Blaine, please."

"I don't have a condom." Blaine says, leaning up to place a sucking kiss on Kurt's lips then dipping his tongue inside to let Kurt taste himself.

"I'm clean—oh, fuck—I'm a virgin, remember?" Kurt states, spreading his legs wide to show off his pretty little pink hole. "Fuck me, come on."

"Okay," Blaine breathes out. "This might hurt, we only have spit."

Kurt nods. "So prep me with your tongue."

Blaine whines at the thought of doing such things. "Yeah, I can do that."

His mind was spinning with alcohol, dicks and thoughts of just simply being inside his boyfriend.

So he reached down and pushed open Kurt's pale legs, spreading his ass cheeks gently and blowing a little cold air onto the quivering hole.

Taking an experimental lick his boyfriend gasped above him, so he licked again, again, again until his boyfriend was covered in a thin layer of sweat from head to toe.

"More," He panted, fisting his dick. "More."

Blaine dipped his tongue slightly into the tight heat, moaning when Kurt clenched around him gently, he worked his way inside from hard thrusts to slow sensual thrusts he opened Kurt up until his hole was gaping and fluttering around nothing at all.

He crawled up Kurt's body carefully, kissed him soundly then took his own cock in his hand bringing it up to Kurt's mouth. "Suck baby, make it nice and wet for your little hole."

Nodding, Kurt took Blaine's cock in his mouth savouring the taste completely, feeling the weight shift on his tongue.

"So good." Blaine moaned, pushing his dick further into the warm cavern.

After a while Kurt let off with a loud pop, which echoed in the room.

Then Kurt was lifting his legs up wide, forcing Blaine to look him in the eyes whilst he positioned Blaine's cock at his hole—which honestly was hardly prepped and was going to hurt so bad, but they were so drunk they didn't even notice—and they just watched eachother for a second.

Minutes went past before Blaine finally gently pushed in, both eyes still locked on eachothers, Kurt's face scrunched up in pain and pleasure, taking in the length and width of Blaine's cock.

When he finally bottomed out, Blaine start to thrust not even giving Kurt the time to adjust but apparently drunken Kurt didn't even care because he was writhing against the sheets in a matter of seconds.

Blaine quickly remembered reading about where a prostate is place inside a man, so he aimed for that spot and thrust.

"Harder, faster," Kurt screamed as his boyfriend brushed against his prostate. "B—Blaine!"

Blaine reached over and pinned his boyfriends hands above the headboard because apparently drunken Blaine was a kinky bastard.

He started thrusting hard, in, out, in, out and the slap, slap of skin was the loudest thing in the room, along with Kurt's breathy moans and Blaine's occasional swear.

Kurt screamed when Blaine's cock hit him in just the right place, he arched up against the bed and clenched down hard around his cock.

"Fuck," Blaine swore. "Close."

"Touch me, Blaine—please." Kurt begged, pushing back harder on his boyfriends thrusts.

Blaine took both of Kurt's hands against the headboard with just one of his hands and used the spare to start roughly jerk him off, dry and raw but with a layer of sweat to help him.

"Almost there." Kurt said, leaning up to capture Blaine's lips with his in a kiss.

"Me too," Blaine admitted. "Come with me baby, let go."

A few more thrusts and moans later they were both coming hard in strings of white, Blaine inside Kurt and Kurt on both of their chests.

Once they had both come down from their highs Kurt grapped Blaine into a forced kiss, pushing his tongue inside with an urgency.

Blaine started to thrust again, gently, until Kurt started to protest. "No, too sore, please."

Seconds, minutes and hours past before either of them spoke, or tried to, before they fell to sleep in a drunken haze, with Blaine still inside of Kurt.