This life's a road, no place is home
My heart's a hole
That needs to constantly be filled with love
-I Know The Feeling, The Classic Crime

Kurt admitted that he didn’t really know how to be a friend. Before he had been home schooled, the only friend he had was Blaine and that had only been for a few weeks. After the years of hooking up with guys to get off quick and then quickly move on, Kurt wasn’t the best at…connecting with people.

That’s what made his and Blaine’s relationship confusing.

Blaine was his friend. He was also attractive as hell. Usually if there was an attractive gay guy within shooting distance of Kurt, he’d be all over that in a second.

Which was what he had tried, both in their dorm and earlier when dancing together.

But Blaine, of course, wanted to talk about what it all meant. Kurt didn’t really know. He just knew that he wanted to be closer to Blaine, so obviously kissing was the first thing that came to mind.

Among other things.

After Kurt had stormed off from Blaine, quickly becoming lost in the dancing crowd, he thought about going to get another shot, but that might make him tipsier than he really wanted. Kurt sighed, thinking about going back for Blaine when there was a hand on the small of his back.

“Hey gorgeous,” said a silky smooth voice in his ear. A voice he knew well.

“Sebastian,” said Kurt, mood suddenly lifted. Sebastian was one of those rare cases where he hooked up more than once. Sebastian had been local for about two months now and found Ohio the most boring place on earth. After hooking up with guys in Paris, Kurt really didn’t blame in.

With Sebastian here tonight, at least Kurt knew he would get off, since Blaine didn’t really want the job.

Kurt turned around, reaching up his arms to loop around Sebastian’s neck, pulling him into a messy kiss. Sebastian tasted like he’d had a few beers already, but Kurt was used to that.

“Mmm, someone’s desperate for it tonight,” Sebastian moaned against Kurt’s lips. Kurt pulled away for a moment, smirking and dragged Sebastian to a more secluded corner of the club.

“I was just cockblocked,” said Kurt. “Give me a break.”

“Someone denied you?” asked Sebastian. “What a douche.”

Kurt wanted to say that Blaine wasn’t a douche, maybe he was just prudish. Kurt had been that way once, after all, but then Sebastian’s lips were on Kurt’s neck and his mouth had better things to do - like moan.

“I’ve got you,” whispered Sebastian. His hands trailed down Kurt’s chest and to his belt, making Kurt shiver. Sebastian made quick of his belt and zipper, plunging his hand into Kurt’s pants before Kurt could even prepare himself. Kurt let out a long moan into Sebastian’s shoulder.

“God, yes! Like that, Sebastian!” groaned Kurt. He let his head fall back against the wall.

Sebastian worked Kurt’s dick quickly, since they were in a more public place this time around, but that was better than nothing. Sometimes getting off and getting away from Sebastian as quickly as possible was the best thing for everyone. (Kurt wouldn’t say it to the boy’s face, but he had a stupid, yet strangely attractive mercat face and awful CW hair.)

Kurt felt the white hot intensity gather in his abdomen, hands fisting the back of Sebastian’s shirt as he came. Sebastian sighed contently in front of him as Kurt went limp for a moment, high on his orgasm.

“Always a good fuck,” sighed Sebastian.

Kurt rolled his eyes - yes, it was around this time when Sebastian became annoying. Kurt pushed himself away from the wall, feet slightly unsteady from coming and the alcohol in his system. “Thanks for that,” he said in an almost business like tone.

“What I’m here for,” shrugged Sebastian. “Better go find my date - coming again will make this night even better.” He winked before walking back onto the dance floor.

Kurt had just buckled his belt again when he felt someone pull him, going toward the door. “Excuse me -” he began, but then he realized that it was Blaine pulling him. A burst of fear went through Kurt for a moment - was something wrong?

Blaine didn’t stop until they were out of the bar. He rounded toward Kurt, his face furious. “Who was that guy that was all over you?”

“Oh, Sebastian,” said Kurt after a moment. “We hook up sometimes.”

“We - hook - what?” asked Blaine, blinking in confusion. “Who are you?”

“What?” snapped Kurt.

“Who are you? This - this isn’t the Kurt Hummel I knew, that I took to my first dance. You always said how when you found a boyfriend, you would wait a while before doing anything besides kissing, when we talked about that sort of stuff. How - how can you just get with random guys at bars?”

Kurt’s eyes flashed and he put his hands on his waist. “I told you I wasn’t the same boy I was back then. I told you that you might not even like me anymore. God, you’re like everyone else - you judge me and you don’t even know me - but you just think I’m some sort of slut, instead of a sinner like the rest of the world thinks.”

“I don’t think you’re a slut,” said Blaine automatically. “And that’s the thing - I do know you, Kurt. I probably know you better than anyone and you don’t even see it. And I most certainly like you that’s the freaking problem.”

“What do you mean?”

After the words left his mouth suddenly lips were on them, not rough, but heavy. Kurt’s stomach flipped in a way it hadn’t for years - a nervous, crush worthy way that had hit him when he’d been at the dance with Blaine when they were freshman.

Blaine tasted too much like alcohol, and Kurt dimly realized that Blaine was way drunk right now, but Blaine’s hands were working their way though his hair and his tongue was pushing past his lips and nothing else really mattered because this felt amazing.

“Let’s go someplace else,” Kurt found himself saying after Blaine’s lips came off Kurt’s for a moment. “Our place.”

Since Kurt had started going to gay bars and clubs, he’d never said that. It had always been “let’s find a room” or “bathroom” or “just do it here on the dance floor”. Taking a guy back to his place, or a guy taking him to his, was never an option. For one, Kurt was technically still a virgin, though he got off enough. If he took someone back home, that meant…more. Kurt’s morals might be highly questionable, but he wasn’t going to sleep with every guy he saw, either.

“Okay,” Blaine had said into his lips.

They stumbled to the car, Blaine as drunk as Kurt had thought previously. Kurt ended up driving, Blaine feeling up his leg as they drove to Dalton. Thankfully Blaine wasn’t overly nosy as they went back to their dorm, undetected by the RA’s.

When back in their room, Kurt closed the door behind them, locking it tightly. He turned and launched himself at Blaine, who was already winding his arms around Kurt’s waist. They kissed again, lips sliding against each other messily. Kurt backed Blaine further into the room, to the closest bed, which happened to be Blaine’s. Kurt pushed Blaine back, who landed with a small grunt. Kurt crawled onto the bed, straddling Blaine’s waist and leaning down to press kisses from his lips to his neck.

“Kurt,” breathed Blaine, his hands coming to rest low on Kurt’s back. “God.” His fingers dug into his skin, sending a thrill up Kurt’s spin. God, even his best hook ups didn’t feel this good. “You feel so good.”

“So do you,” whispered Kurt breathily, still working on Blaine’s neck. His hands went further down Blaine’s torso, stopping at his jeans. Blaine moaned. “Jeans - in the way.”

“Get the off, then,” said Blaine.

“I hoped you would say that.”

Kurt scooted down Blaine’s legs, his cock colliding with Blaine’s, making them both moan. Kurt worked with Blaine’s pants quickly, pulling them down his legs. Kurt stood for a moment, getting his jeans over his feet and throwing them behind him. When he was standing, Kurt took his own jeans off, throwing them in the same direction.

Kurt returned back to his position on top of Blaine, pressing their hips together with wonderful friction. He pulled at top buttons of Blaine’s polo shirt, pulling the last two buttons open with just a little force. He pushed his hands up Blaine’s chest, unfortunately still covered in a grey tank top.

“Kurt,” said Blaine, breathless. “I can’t -”

“Shh,” said Kurt, fingers trailing down a defined “V”. “I want to try something - I’ve only done it once, though.”

“Oh,” said Blaine. “Okay.”

“Mmm.” Kurt trailed off, pressing his fingers under the elastic of Blaine’s boxers - Blaine inhaled sharply, then let out a low whine.

“Kurt.”

“Patience.”

Kurt pulled down the fabric, and Blaine moaned above him as it slide over the sensitive head of his cock. Kurt tugged them down and off, throwing them in the general direction of their pants. Blaine was bigger than he’d been expecting, and he took a moment to admire the length and width.

“Please.”

Kurt looked up at Blaine as his fingers trailed up Blaine’s thighs, walking two digits across his pelvic bone before he wrapped his hand around the base of Blaine’s cock. Blaine moaned, and Kurt watched as he sank back into the pillows.

“Just relax,” said Kurt, his voice low as he dipped down and licked over the head, tongue collecting the come that had formed in the slit. “Fuck, Blaine. You taste fantastic.”

Blaine hands wound their way into Kurt’ hair, not really pushing but guiding him back down. Kurt’s lips wrapped around Blaine’s cock, and he sank his mouth down until his lips hit the top of his fist. Kurt made a mental note that somehow in the past year he’d lost his gag reflex.

Kurt tightened his fist as he swirled his tongue and added suction. Blaine’s fingers twisted in his hair, and Blaine bucked his hips up. Kurt swallowed around Blaine’s cock, gazing up at Blaine as if to give him approval.

Blaine moaned even louder, thrusting his hips into the heat of Kurt’s mouth. Kurt worked his free hand down between his legs and pushed his own boxers down until they were just below his balls. He ran his thumb over the head to ease the glide as he worked himself over, all the while sucking and humming around Blaine’s cock.

“Fuck! Kurt! I’m close,” Blaine warned.

Kurt sunk down as far as he could, moaning loudly when Blaine came, the warmth sliding down his throat as he swallowed. He spilled over his own fingers, fucking into his fist as he rode it out. Kurt pulled off Blaine’s cock and wiped his mouth on the sheet.

Kurt crawled up the bed, collapsing next to Blaine with a sigh. His forehead was sweaty and his shirt clung to his back uncomfortably - and yet, he had never been more comfortable. Kurt wasn’t sure why hearing Blaine make those sounds above him was more satisfying than the first blow job he had given, over a year ago, but it was. That first time was with an older stranger, and really Kurt just felt awkward. He hadn’t wanted to do it again, unless he was on the receiving end since then.

“You’re amazing, Kurt,” said Blaine, his words slightly slurred with sleep. Blaine turned toward him, putting an arm around his waist and pulling him to his chest. Kurt’s heart jumped with fear for a moment - he had never done the cuddling thing before after a hook up. This wasn’t…the usual. It felt weird, but…nice.

In a moment, Blaine’s eyes were closed and he was probably asleep already. Kurt himself was tired - stated.

Kurt let out the breath he had been holding, deciding that this was ok, for the moment.