The next few weeks in the couple’s relationship flew by seamlessly. Kurt had heeded Blaine’s multiple warnings of Shane and had begun to avoid him. However, that didn’t mean that Shane’s advances had stopped. No amount of rejection and threats had been able to discourage the jealous brother.

Things in their relationship had also progressed. Kurt and Blaine’s make-out sessions had quickly gone from above the belt, over the clothes to having no restrictions with each other. They had gotten over their fears and embarrassment in their own skins, and seeing someone else in a sexual way. Being in a long-term relationship had awakened their teenage hormones and set them on extreme. Anytime they could be alone they were practically all over one another, but they had yet to go all the way with one another.

”Hey Kurt!” Blaine called as he walked to Kurt’s locker, standing on his toes to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, and then smiling as Kurt’s cheeks flushed with chagrin. Blaine was almost always in a good mood now that he had Kurt in his life as more than a friend.

The redness in Kurt’s cheeks died down after a few moments and he shut his locker and said with a smile, “Hello Blaine.” His mind flashed to today’s earlier activities in an abandoned classroom, his back pressed against the chalkboard and his dick down Blaine’s throat. Kurt cleared his throat, bringing his thoughts back to the present; otherwise he would have an issue with the growing hardness in his wickedly tight pants. He then took Blaine’s hand in his own and began walking towards the cafeteria for lunch. Their hands swung casually between them as they walked at a comfortable pace.

”So… Puck is having a party this Friday… do you wanna go?” Blaine asked hopefully. He loved the atmosphere of a party; no one had a care in the world besides enjoying themselves. He wasn’t much on alcohol, but a drink or two never hurt anyone.

”I don’t know Blaine… I’ve never…. I’ve never really had alcohol before, okay? I’m scared. What if I get drunk and act like a slob, or throw up or…” Kurt shuddered as his voice trailed off. He stopped in the hallway and looked at Blaine, his eyes concerned and a little worried.

”You’ve never had alcohol, or any kind of drink before?”

Kurt nodded slowly.

”Then we’re definitely going,” Blaine smiled and pulled Kurt down the hall again, “I won’t let you get sloppy of throw up everywhere.”

”Promise?” Kurt asked with an innocent look in his blue eyes.

”I promise, Kurt,” he replied.

Right around the corner, Shane Anderson was listening to their conversation and forming a plan in his twisted mind.

That Friday, Blaine picked up Kurt around eight and drove to Puck’s house, soothing Kurt’s fears the entire way.

”Kurt, I promise everything will be fine! We’re just gonna hang out, have fun, dance and party. You have nothing to worry about,” Blaine spoke calmly and coolly, his hand over Kurt’s and tracing patterns on the back of his hand with his thumb.

Kurt was currently fixing his hair in the mirror on the car visor after Blaine had messed it up before they left. ”If you say so, Blaine… I trust you,” Kurt settled into his seat, though not completely relaxed.

Blaine parked the car at the end of Puck’s street and shut off the car. He unbuckled his own and Kurt’s seatbelt, then leaned across the console to look at Kurt, taking his face between his hands gently. “Everything is going to be fine Kurt, just have fun. That’s why we’re here.”

Blaine kissed Kurt passionately, smiling into the kiss when he felt the tension leave Kurt’s body and kiss him back. Kurt’s fears soon left his body after Blaine began kissing him, and slid his tongue into his mouth. Blaine was sure to kiss away any fears of going to this party that Kurt had, and moaned softly and Kurt’s hand slid into his gel-free hair. He pulled away, his hazel eyes dropping down to Kurt’s kiss swollen lips and then into his eyes. “If we keep doing this I may not let you out of the car…” Blaine said softly, his voice deeper than it would normally be.

Kurt licked his lips, still able to taste his boyfriend on them, “You are insatiable, Blaine Anderson. You even got a blowjob before we left. You owe me.” Kurt leaned in as if his was going to kiss him again, and then opened his door and slid gracefully out of the car, his hips swaying as he walked down the sidewalk towards Puck’s house. He turned to look back where Blaine was, and even in the darkness of the night he could see the desire in Blaine’s hazel eyes.

”You little tease…” Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt’s waist as they walked in, Kurt’s own arm around Blaine’s waist.

”It’s all about the teasing, and not about the pleasing…” Kurt mumbled in Blaine’s ear.

“Oh, now that is not even fair. You get to tease me all you want, and I get nothing in return? “ Blaine groaned.

”Maybe you’ll get lucky tonight,” Kurt replied nonchalantly.

Blaine stopped, his mouth hanging open, and Kurt continuing to walk, trying to form words, but nothing coming out.

”Come on Anderson! I didn’t find the perfect party outfit for you to just stand there.”

Blaine then hurried after Kurt, his mind filled with wonders of just exactly what Kurt’s could’ve meant.

As they walked into the house, Kurt’s eyes were wide and apprehensive as he took in his surroundings. First of all, there were people making out everywhere, but Kurt’s heart felt a little lighter as he spotted some same sex couples enjoying themselves as well. Smoke filled the open rooms and the smell of hard liquor and alcohol tainted the air.

”Let’s go get some drinks, babe,” Blaine said as he pulled Kurt to the kitchen, knowing that Kurt loved his little pet names on occasion.

Kurt allowed Blaine to pull him into the room and mix a drink for him. He smelled it, but then took a small drink. He swayed slightly as he felt the alcohol go straight to his head, “Damn, this is some good stuff…” He quickly downed the rest of his drink as Blaine sipped his own and watched with raised eyebrows. Kurt then drank Blaine’s as well, savoring the fruity taste.

“Let’s dance!! Kurt’s eyes were energetic as he dragged Blaine to the impromptu dance floor in the house’s foyer.

The music beat heavily around them, lights flashing and bodies swaying against one another. It was clear that the alcohol made Kurt a lot more outgoing than he would ever be sober. The two danced for what seemed like hours, grinding to the music and swaying to the beat. It was sometime later that Blaine told Kurt he was going to the bathroom, and Kurt replied that he would go to the kitchen to retrieve their drinks.

Kurt leaned against the counter as he finished his half-full and 5th drink. He smiled as Blaine walked into the kitchen, pulling him into a deep and very sexual kiss. A few minutes into the kiss, Kurt’s vision began to get fuzzy and cloudy. The noise and voices around him seemed to blur together, but he just assumed it was the alcohol getting to him, and the next thing he remembered was Blaine pulling upstairs to a bedroom.

Blaine pushed him against the wall roughly, stripping Kurt’s shirt off without caution. Kurt brought his lips down to Blaine’s in a rough kiss and he noticed in the back of his mind that Blaine tasted different.

Blaine placed his hand on Kurt’s shoulders and pushed him down to his knees. Kurt unbuttoned his pants and zippers with some difficulty because of his drunkenness. He was used to Blaine’s occasional roughness when it came to this, and he loved it. He pulled Blaine’s cock out of his boxers and slowly ran his tongue across the underside of it. He then took his entire dick into his mouth, his hands gripping Blaine’s thighs tightly. Blaine’s hands fisted tightly in Kurt’s hair as he sucked him, and moaned loudly. Kurt continued to bring Blaine to the edge, and then back down, not letting him gain release yet. He knew he could drive Blaine crazy by teasing him, but he wasn’t in the mood for teasing. He wanted to go all the way this time.

Kurt allowed Blaine to pull him back up, and he stripped Blaine’s shirt off as they kissed, their curious hands exploring one another’s body. Blaine pushed Kurt down onto the bed and straddled his hips, while still kissing him desperately. The kiss had long gone from passionate; it was all tongue and teeth now. Blaine unbuttoned Kurt’s jeans while Kurt worked on his own. Their jeans hit the floor in a matter of seconds, but not before Blaine had grabbed lube and a condom from his pocket. In the next second, Blaine had worked one finger inside of Kurt, stretching him open. Kurt whimpered with desire and pain, and he bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out. His eyes met Blaine’s and he kissed him softly as he worked in another finger. Kurt had to break away from the kiss, leaning his head back and breathing heavily.

”It’s okay baby… shh… I won’t hurt you…” Blaine whispered softly.

After pressing in a third finger, Blaine began scisorring his fingers inside of Kurt, trying to accommodate space so as not to hurt him as much. Moans were pulling themselves from Kurt’s throat of their own accord, begging for more without words, finally, he spoke, “Blaine, please, more…. I need you inside me.”

Blaine silenced him with a kiss, and began rolling a condom onto his length. He then coated himself in lube and pressed the head against Kurt’s entrance. He slowly pushed forward into him, watching Kurt’s beautiful face grimace in pain, even an expression of pain looking beautiful on Kurt. A few tears leaked from his eyes in pain, and Blaine leaned forward to kiss them away.

”Okay, I’m fine now,” Kurt said quietly. Blaine begin thrusting slowly into him, the speed slowly building.

Moans from both boys echoed around the room, the sharp slap of their skin mixing with the sound. “Dammit Blaine just fuck me already!” Kurt screamed, needing more friction and wanting Blaine to be rougher with him. Blaine fisted Kurt’s dick in time with his thrusts, and they were soon on the edge of orgasm.

”I-I’m close,” Kurt stuttered out, pulling Blaine down to him and locking him in a kiss. Blaine thrust a few more times into Kurt and they both toppled over the edge, covered in a sheen of sweat and Kurt’s cum in between them. Blaine lay beside Kurt, them both breathing heavily, and eyelids drooping. Blaine reached over and wiped their torsos with his t-shirt, then tossed the condom in the garbage can. As they lie there, almost asleep, Kurt’s blue orbs bore into the green eyes of none other than Shane Anderson.