Blaine planted open mouth kisses down the side of Kurt's neck, doing his best to memorize the dancer's jugular with his lips. Through the haze of lust that was consuming him; the pharmacist was barely able to make out the faint sound of harsh panting and....whimpering?Against the will of his body, the elder removed his lips from the dancer's neck and sought out the sound. It wasn't hard to find. Perched on the bed, staring at them with a questioning look on his face, was Doo Wop. "Get out." Blaine hissed toward the dog.

The tiny animal scampered quickly off the bed and out the door that Blaine held open. In the moment they spent without their bodies touching, Blaine took in the situation. He was barely able to wrap his mind around the fact that he spent the past few minutes making out with his best friend. The reality of it all set in instantly. As quickly as he could, he backed away and assessed the dancer. He was flushed and panting, lips swollen from the abuse they'd just given and received. The pharmacist's heart stopped.What am I doing?"Kurt....I...."

"Why did you stop?" The younger man asked. His eyes were wide with want and, more importantly, need. "I thought we were going to-"

Blaine cut him off. "Not if you don't want to." His voice came out a little higher than usual. Nerves; his nerves were out of control. He wasn't sure which way was up and which way was down. He was certain that Kurt felt the same. Thus, he wasn't going to push him. He wasn't going to force Kurt into anything that he wasn't ready for. "I mean...we were drinking earlier and...." He brought his sentence to a close with a shrug.

"I want to, Blaine. I stopped drinking a while ago and I want to share this with you. You're the most important person in my life right now and....I want to do this with you." He placed his hands on his friend's shoulders and gave them a firm shake. "I.Want. To do this."

That was all Blaine needed to hear. He surged forward quickly and captured the dancer's lips. He molded his body into the feeling of his friend's hands sliding down from his shoulders towards his mid back. The feeling of the young man's hands through his clothes was so amazing that Blaine couldn't begin to fathom the jolts of pleasure that would surge through his body once the skin of Kurt's palms was running down his back. It didn't take long for him before the unfathomable became a reality.

The dancer's hands slid beneath the hem of his shirt and up his back. They were warm to the touch, odd considering the fact that the younger man was usually chilled to the bone. As they danced across his back, the pharmacist directed them towards his bed. Underestimating the distance between where they were and where they were going, Kurt's knees crashed into the structure and he plummeted backwards onto it; Blaine landing on top of him. "Is this okay?" Blaine asked once their kiss was broken. Kurt nodded quickly. It was more than okay.

"Do you....ummm...do I have to take off your s-shirt?" Kurt stuttered. The pair spent more time kissing than talking. Slowly, things progressed. They were nestled in the safety of Blaine's room, blocked from the outside world by a single wooden door. The outside world wasn't what frightened Kurt. It was the progression. In the past few hours, he'd gone further with Blaine he ever imagined. It wasn't that he thought he'd be a virgin forever; it was that the way Blaine's tongue danced across the spot behind his ear made him forget the time between hitting puberty and entering Blaine's bedroom. It was the fact that the noises the elder made when he ran his hands down Kurt's shoulders made him forget how to breathe.

"You can. Or I can." Blaine whispered just before placing a tender, open mouthed kiss on the dancer's pulse point.

"Mmmm..."When did I become a bad porn actor?Kurt couldn't help but moan. Blaine was different behind closed doors; in a good way. He was more outgoing and he was sure. In public, Blaine often showed signs of hesitance and discomfort. Signs of such melted away the moment the pharmacist closed the door. Blaine knew what he was doing and he knew how to do it well.

"Is that your answer?" The pharmacist joked as he made his way down the dancer's neck. Kurt tilted his head slightly, allowing for better access; access that Blaine readily took advantage of. The elder continued his descent, drizzling the skin with wet, hot kisses as he went.

Kurt's head was floating. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that his neck would be so sensitive. Each landing of Blaine's soft lips against his body sent jolts through his body. "You. Please."Wrong answer. In a moment, the lips that curled his toes and arched his back were gone.

Blaine pulled back instantly, balancing himself on his friend's thighs. Never one to waste time, the elder quickly reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it hastily over his head. The shirt landed in some random spot on the ground.Where? Who knew? Who cared?As he reached for his pants, Kurt caught his hand. "I can help you with those." The dancer offered a hesitant smile, one that Blaine met with a beam. He nodded as he pulled his hand back. If Kurt wanted to undo his pants, who was he to argue?

Kurt's fingers fumbled with the belt before ultimately unfastening it. With the belt undone, Kurt could see how truly hard his friend was. He could make out the outline of his friends dick straining effortlessly against his slacks.I did that. Kurt was not an egotistical young man, but he couldn't help the swell of pride that ran through his chest as he thought about his friend's dick yearning for him. It wasn't stiff as a board because of Jeremiah or Sebastian or West or David. It was for him.

Fingers trembling, Kurt attempted to undo the button of Blaine's pants. It was a fruitless task. Each finger had its own agenda, thus none of them worked properly together. "I'll help you." Blaine slid his hand over Kurt's and guided him through the motions.

I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby.

Every damn time.

The pair worked well as a team. In no time, Blaine's button was snapped and he was guiding Kurt's hand towards his zipper. The sound of his fly being unzipped reverberated throughout the room. It bounced off every wall and through every crack and crevice.

Blaine stood on the bed just enough to push his pants down mid-thigh, he then leaned forward and kicked them off his legs and, ultimately, off the bed. Without a second thought, he reached for the button on Kurt's pants –well, my pants but still. The way the dancer's body stiffened at his touch caused Blaine to pull back. "Kurt, what's wrong? You seem uncomfortable." Kurt laid stock still in the bed. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"S-sorry." Slowly, the reality of the situation began to set in. He was about to have sex. Butt sex! Someone is getting something shoved in their butt tonight!It was a frightening realization. The 'who' didn't matter, it was the 'what'. The 'what' was a dick. Before the night was up, someone was going to have an ass full of dick and Kurt wasn't sure if he could handle that. Teasing, flirting; those were things he was good at. Sex was on another level. Sex was a connection between two people. Sex was just...different. "I....sorry. I just..."

"No, sshhh..." Blaine cooed as he ran his hand through Kurt's hair. Whatever Kurt had to say, he would be there to listen. "Why are you sorry? There is nothing to be sorry about. If you want, we can get dressed and go watch Disney. And apologize to Doo Wop. We should definitely apologize to Doo Wop because we scared the crap out of him."

Kurt chuckled and offered his friend a smile. Blaine was caring in ways that the young man could barely comprehend. "I'm just nervous." He finally replied. Blaine nodded and leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on his forehead.

"If you want to do this, then you don't have to be nervous. It's just you and me. Kurt and Blaine. We're here, we're alone, and we're okay. If you want to do this, then I'll take care of you. I'll make sure that you never have a reason to be nervous about this again. But that's only if you want it. Like I said, if you don't-"

Kurt surged forward, capturing the elder's lips. Just like the first time they held hands, the first time they kissed, and when they'd entered the room, an excited jolt of lighting shot through the younger man's body. When he pulled back with a pop, he looked up and smiled. "I do want this. I just don't want it to be bad."

Blaine met his gaze, hazel met blue, and the pharmacist returned his smile. He knew that feeling all too well. "Nothing about you could ever be bad."

Eventually, Blaine was able to get Kurt's pants off. He sat in a haze of lust and admiration as his eyes scanned the planes of Kurt's body. He was amazing. Obviously he'd seen Kurt in barely anything before, but this was different; more intimate. Even when Kurt was down to his tiniest pair of underwear, he wasn't laying beneath the ex-Warbler begging to be worshiped. That was exactly what Blaine intended to do.

He started at the neck –a lovely starting place if I do say so myself- and began to work his way down the dancer's body. As he travelled, he did his best to memorize the places on Kurt's body that caused the most amazing reactions. He mentally jotted down the fact that Kurt's entire body spasmed when he kissed the tiny space just behind his ear and used his self-diagnosed photographic memory to capture a mental image of the way Kurt's entire body lifted off the bed as the dancer screamed for more when he ran his tongue over the his nipple. Blaine wanted to remember all of that and more.

"Please Blaine. Please." Kurt whined when Blaine dipped his tongue into the dancer's belly button. Gone was the insecurity that Kurt felt not too long ago. With every grunted response and teasing hand that crossed his body, the young man opened himself up to the situation; literally and figuratively. He allowed his mind to accept that he was about to lose his virginity to a man that he cared about –likes....alot-as he spread himself out for Blaine to see; to have.

Once he reached the waistband of Kurt's barely there boxer briefs, Blaine laced his thumbs beneath the elastic before looking up. He needed confirmation. Kurt offered a weak smile in response. It was the approval the pharmacist needed. He quickly peeled the dancer out of his underwear and tossed them aside. "Holy shit!" He exclaimed. His eyes widening comically as they raked the dancer's bare form.

Subconsciously, Kurt curled into himself. Other than his parents, and Rachel on occasion, no one had ever seen him naked. It was unnerving.

Blaine noticed Kurt's change in demeanor. "Don't. You're...you're so beautiful. All of you." Kurt smiled and began to uncurl himself; lying out flat on the bed, thus providing the view the pharmacist was looking for.

Anxious to proceed, Blaine peeled his underwear off; again, tossing them into the abyss that was once his bedroom floor. Kurt was stunned. Considering all the time he spent in Blaine's lap –work. Practice. Yeah...practice- he never imagined the pharmacist to be so...endowed. Blaine's cock was thick in ways that Kurt's was long. That wasn't the only difference, however. Where Kurt was shaved completely, Blaine had a tiny patch that bordered his member. There was also the color. Kurt was pale, almost ghostly so in his opinion, but Blaine's was a tanned shade of angry red.

"Ummm...is it?" Blaine was nervous. Kurt was staring at him in ways that he couldn't comprehend. He looked scared....and predatory?

"Can I touch it?" Kurt quipped as he propped himself up on the bed and leaned closer to the pharmacist's waist. Unsure of himself, Blaine nodded. He wasn't unsure for long. The moment he felt Kurt's fingers wrapped around his cock, Blaine knew he no longer needed to be unsure because Kurt was no longer unsure. The way his hands slid from the base to the head was the mark of a pro.

"God! Kurt." Blaine moaned as he experimentally bucked his hips forward, meeting each stroke. In turn, the dancer gracefully slid his hand back towards the head, flicking his wrist as he went. "Fuck. That feels so good."

As Kurt stroked, Blaine became needier; his hips were moving of their own volition and his cries were growing louder. "Uggg...shit! Kurt. Please!"

"Please what?" The dancer asked, not slowing his hand. He was gaining momentum and enjoying the view as Blaine dick disappeared into his fist.

"P-please tell me what you want. Tell me how you want it." The pharmacist begged. There lay the problem. Kurt wasn't sure what he wanted. Time and time again, Blaine raved about how amazing it felt to bottom. Throughout ever conversation they had, Blaine preached about the amazing feeling of being full and complete. Naturally, Kurt assumed that Blaine wanted him to top.You know what assuming does.

Kurt began to sink back on the bed, stretching his arm with the intention of continuing his strokes. "I-I want you, I want you inside of me." He replied meekly, attempting to gauge the elder's reaction. The idea seemed far less looming than being inside of Blaine. It wasn't that he didn't want to be inside of the pharmacist –that's so far from the truth- it was that he wanted Blaine to lead. In their dance, he wanted Blaine to set the pace and Kurt wanted to follow.

"Mmmm." Blaine moaned as he leaned forward to capture the dancer's lips. "Whatever you want. However you want it."

Blaine batted his friend's hand away, fearful that he might finish before they started, and began to worship Kurt's legs. They were long and toned, much to be expected of a dancer, with a thin sheen of hair that covered them. He peppered light kisses on the inside of Kurt's kneecap as he worked his way up the thigh.

As he neared the brunette's crotch, Blaine became bolder; planting wet, open mouthed kisses along the inside of his thigh. Beneath him, he felt Kurt's body trembling. Not wanting to make the boy wait any longer, Blaine surged forward, bypassing areas that were best left discovered at another time, and nuzzled his face between Kurt's legs. He inhaled deeply as his senses filled with a scent that was a mixture of musk and something so indefinably Kurt that the pharmacist refused to attempt to name it. "Yes! Please!" The dancer moaned...and Blaine did.

He lapped and sucked at the skin that surrounded his friend's nether region, never quite putting his mouth in contact with the sensitive area. He knew Kurt needed it, the way the young man's cock strained was a definite indicator, but some things needed to be prolonged. Blaine had no idea if he would ever receive such an opportunity again, so planned to every moment of it. "Please! Please, Blaine."

Kurt resorted to begging. He felt the elder's nose slide against the base of his dick and he had to stop himself from crying out. The sensations were too much. Every time the elder fluttered an eyelash or flexed a cheek muscle, his body reacted. "Please." It was a last ditch effort.

Luckily, Blaine responded. From the base to the tip and back down again, Blaine licked a straight line. Kurt's hips jutted towards the feeling, causing the pharmacist to back away. Kurt caught on quickly.Patience is a virtue.

Once was able to reign his control back in, Blaine leaned down and took the head between his lips. He sucked gingerly on the tip before sinking down as low as he could go. Kurt's head fell back as a breathy moan escaped his lips. The feeling of Blaine's mouth around his cock was amazing. Pure pleasure wrapped in a lewd act.

"IIoob." Blaine mumbled around his dick.

"Huh?" Kurt replied as he used his last morsel of willpower to keep his hips from slamming the remaining few inches into his friends mouth. Blaine grabbed Kurt's dick by the base and slid off.

"I said, get the lube. It's in the top draw." Kurt nodded and reached towards his friend's nightstand. Beneath a few issues ofCountry Living–We're going to have to discuss that- he found a half empty bottle of lubricant. He handed to the elder before reclining back on the bed; anticipating what would happen next.

Blaine sunk down once more, enjoying the slow drag of the younger man's long dick against his tongue. He'd given blow jobs before –every day when he and Jeremiah were married – but this one was different than the rest. It was slow and lazy. Caring; just as a blow job should be.

The pharmacist flipped the top on the lubricant and poured a bit into his palm. As he sunk down once again, he slid his finger down the crease of his friend's ass towards his hole. Finding it was like finding buried treasured. It was nestled perfectly between the pert, firm halves that made up the dancer's unrealistic ass. He ran his finger over the hole, applying very little pressure. The amount of pressure didn't matter. Kurt reacted immediately. The moment the tip of Blaine's thumb slid into his heat, Kurt arched off the bed, panting the elder's name. "Fuck. Blaine. Please."

Kurt wasn't sure how he felt. It was different and...interesting. As the finger slid in, he felt full; just like Blaine said he would. It wasn't unbearably uncomfortable, but it wasn't entirely pleasurable. The pleasure came from the way Blaine's lips stretched over his dick.

With each finger that Blaine added, Kurt was sure that he was going to die. There was just as much blinding pleasure as there was a painful stretch. They complimented each other in a way that made the experience unique and amazing.

Kurt didn't realize how pleasurable the situation was until he felt the fingers slipping from inside his body. Once they were gone, he felt empty; utterly empty. "Oh shit!" Blaine shouted, drawing Kurt away from his emptiness.

"What?" That couldn't have been good.But we've come so far."What's wrong?"

"Ummm...well...I...it's been a while. I don't have any condoms." Oh. A million thoughts ran through the dancer's mind. In the end, however, he had only one true concern.

"Have you slept with anyone recently?" He asked hesitantly.

"I haven't slept with anyone since the night I told Jeremiah that I wanted a divorce. I get tested every six months though. I'm always clean."

"So we could go without?"

"If you want to."

"I do." Thank God for small favors. Blaine wasn't sure he could handle the letdown if he went through all of that just to end the night relieving himself in the bathroom. He was already having an internal melt down about the mechanics of what they were doing.It's just like riding a bicycle except I won't toss him on the front lawn and run in to eat afterwards. He definitely wouldn't do that. Kurt deserved special and Blaine planned to give him special.

Kurt watched as Blaine coated his palm with lube.Here we go."So ready." Blaine panted as he thoroughly slicked himself. "God, I've wanted to do this for so long."Me too.

The pharmacist scooted closer to his friend and lined himself up. He balanced himself on the hand that was positioned next to Kurt's head and began to push it. It was a tight squeeze. As he inched forward, he heard the unmistakable sound of a hiss. "Are you okay?" He asked, stopping in his tracks. Kurt's eyes were skewed shut and his fingers were gripping the sheets for dear life. The dancer nodded.

Through gritted teeth, Kurt offered a response. "Please give me a moment."

"Okay."

After what felt like eternity, Kurt's eyes lazily opened. "Okay. Just...please be gentle."

"Always." The pharmacist leaned forward and captured his friend's lips. He allowed their tongues to dance as he slowly inched forward, allowing Kurt's body to receive him bit by bit. "You're so tight." He moaned into his friend's mouth. "So tight and so...God! So everything."

As the elder bottomed out, he realized just how much the night meant to him; he realized how much Kurt meant to him. Kurt was everything.Literally. He was the reason Blaine smiled when he woke up in the morning, he was the reason the pharmacist was able to function during the day, and the reason he was able to sleep peacefully at night. It was all Kurt. Everything was Kurt and nothing hurt.This is how I felt about Jeremiah in the beginning.

Blaine pulled back slowly before creeping back in. It was a slow process. For a while, Kurt seemed uncomfortable. Blaine was dangerously close to calling it quits when the dancer's arms flung around his shoulders, pulling him closer. "Shit. Blaine!" He panted as he wrapped his legs around the elder's waist. They were in business.

They rocked back and forth, Kurt calling out for the elder with every thrust and begging for more with every retraction. "God, Blaine. Please. Fuck me. Fuck me." The pharmacist didn't want to fuck his friend. His first time meant more than a quick fuck with his best friend. It meant building a bond that neither man would ever be able to have with another person. Blaine would forever hold Kurt's virginity. There was no going back on that.

"So tight. How are you so tight?" Blaine's brow was covered with sweat and his body was shaking. Every thrust felt like a natural disaster. His mind and body would be swept away with the tides and Kurt was his savior. Every mew and plea from his mouth acted as the rescue crew that pulled the pharmacist back together so that he could continue.

And continue they did. As the slow, steady sound of the headboard hitting the wall lulled in the background, Kurt dug his heels into the pharmacist's ass, urging his cock deeper and deeper into his anxious hole. "Fuck me. Goddammit! Please. I need you to fuck me." Blaine's resolve broke. He pulled back quickly before slamming into the dancer without hesitation.

Kurt went wild. He scratched and screamed until his face was a furious shade of red. He snaked his hand into the tiny space left by their bodies and began to stroke his dick. He tried to keep up with the painstaking pace Blaine created, but it proved impossible. His coordination was flawed and his insides were churning. He was close.

Blaine's head flew backwards as he neared his orgasm. He couldn't take it anymore. Kurt was the living embodiment of gorgeous beneath him –hair strewn about; face covered in sweat and flushed to the core- and his body was beginning to react. "I'm gonna cum." He grunted as he thrust forward, causing the young man to wail. "Shit. I'm—uhhh..fuck!" He couldn't finish his sentence. As the words began to fall from his mouth, cum began to flow from his cock; hot, ready, and refusing to wait any longer.

His body shook as he thrust his way through his orgasm. Once he came down, he looked down at his friend. Blaine quickly realized that Kurt was nearing his own orgasm. His face was contorted and the muscles in his chest were flexing.Holy Bruce Banner."I...I..." Kurt stuttered as he stroked faster.

Blaine placed his hand over Kurt's and assisted him to his finish. The two stroked eagerly; awaiting the arrival. It didn't take long. Only moment after Blaine's completion, Kurt's body arched off the bed and he let out an animalistic cry that sounded quite similar to 'Blaine'.

"Fuck. Fuck." He shouted as he stroked himself; releasing seed over his and the pharmacist's hands. "Shit."

The pair gave his cock a squeeze -hands working in perfect harmony- to make sure they'd drained every drop. Satisfied, Kurt plopped back onto the bed. He was fast asleep moment before Blaine out.

Hours later, Kurt awoke to a dark room. It wasn't his room. He tried to roll over, but there was something in his way. As he ran his hand over the object, he realized that it was breathing. Like the lyrics to an old song, the evening came flooding back to him. He tried to fight the tears that welled in his eyes as the events played in his mind.What did I do?He slept with Blaine. After he spent so much time pushing him away out of fear of falling in love and being stuck in Lima, he slept with Blaine.

The moment the pharmacist spoke to him during their first meeting, Kurt knew he had to proceed with caution. He didn't want anyone to tie him down. He didn't want a reason to stay. The first twinkle of Blaine's eyes caused the caution sign in Kurt's head to light up. He knew from the start that Blaine would be the reason that he stayed. He knew if he let Blaine in, the pharmacist would be the reason he stayed; the reason he gave up on his dreams and never got out. So, he turned him down.

On whim, however, Kurt played with fire. He wasn't able to bear the sight of the elder being crucified by his ex-husband and he stepped onto the ledge. Over the past few months, they teetered; swaying back and forth between what couldn't be and what seemed like a distinct possibility. Then they jumped. They tumbled straight off the cliff into Blaine's bed. Now, Kurt couldn't go. He was hooked and he couldn't leave.I'm never getting out of Lima.

If you ever leave me, baby,
Leave some morphine at my door
'Cause it would take a whole lot of medication
To realize what we used to have,
We don't have it anymore.

The hushed song flowed from Kurt's mouth as a plea. If he couldn't leave Lima, he hoped that Blaine couldn't leave him. Insecurites raced through his mind as he sang.I don't even know how he feels. What if he doesn't want me to stay? What if he made a mistake? What if he still loves Jeremiah?Each one hurt more than the last. Whether Blaine reciprocated his feelings or not, things in Kurt's life would never be the same. If Blaine did love him, then the dancer would be forced to endure a life in Lima –I doubt he'll want to move- if Blaine didn't, then Kurt doubted he would be able to move on. He would be reduced to a shadow of his former self; forced into a life of dancing at the club. His pride and his heart would be too shattered to move on.

Cause there'll be no sunlight
If I lose you, baby
There'll be no clear skies
If I lose you, baby
Just like the clouds
My eyes will do the same, if you walk away
Everyday it'll rain, rain, ra-a-a-ain

Kurt tried not to think of the reaction to his sudden change of heart. Rachel would be furious. After her parents passed, the girl became a bitter shell of her former self. Gone were her notions of love and forever; only to be replaced by a spinster mentality that caused boys to heed warning. She was cold and troubled. That was the reason she was here and there when it came to Quinn. She loved having people chase her, but she refused to let anyone close enough to break down her walls.

His parents would be disappointed. They told him to never give up, but that's what it felt like he was doing. He was giving up. He was at a fork in the road and he chose the path of least resistance. He chose the path that led him to a simple life with a great man. He chose the path that led him to love. Obviously they'd have to discuss it, but Kurt's mind was made up. He refused to give up on Blaine unless Blaine asked him to. In that case, he would. He would hate it, but he would.

But they're just afraid of something they can't understand
Ooh, but little darlin' watch me change their minds
Yeah for you I'll try, I'll try, I'll try, I'll try
I'll pick up these broken pieces 'til I'm bleeding
If that'll make you mine

Kurt turned in Blaine's arms and sang in a hushed voice. He didn't want to wake the elder, but he needed a release. There were so many things running through his mind and he had to get them out. If only Blaine was awake so they could talk. He wanted to talk. He wanted to apologize for refusing to be his friend in the beginning and explain his reasons. He wanted to ask Blaine why he named his dog Doo Wop. He wanted to do so many things but he couldn't. Not that night. He couldn't face the possibility of Blaine not returning his feelings that day. He could, however, get those feelings out. He could sing them out like his mother taught him when he was younger.

Cause there'll be no sunlight
If I lose you, baby
There'll be no clear skies
If I lose you, baby
And just like the clouds
My eyes will do the same, if you walk away
Everyday it'll rain, rain, ra-a-a-ain

Kurt snuggled into Blaine's chest and closed his eyes. They would discuss it in the morning. He would lay his feelings out and they would see where they went from there. It was all he could do. If Blaine wanted to be with him, then they would work it out; whether it was in Ohio or New York, they would work it out. Kurt refused to let a chance at love and happiness slip through his fingers.Don't give up on a good thing, Kurt. Weather the storm. Kurt would weather the storm that swirled around his feelings for

Blaine tried to keep his breathing even as Kurt sang. He woke the moment the dancer climbed out of bed to use the restroom. Once it was over and Kurt was lulling into a peaceful sleep, Blaine's mind began to race. "I wish I could stay here with you forever." Kurt's garbled as he slid into a peaceful sleep.

The elder nodded. "I wish you could too. I wish you could too." He lay in silence for a moment, making sure Kurt was actually asleep. When the first faint snore sounded from the dancer, Blaine slipped out of bed and, ultimately, out of the room.