It was a little after five o'clock when Blaine was roused from his post-sex nap with Kurt. His post first-sex-ever-in-his-life nap. He felt warm and perfect and stupidly happy, and he was spooning Kurt. He drifted into consciousness when he heard a gentle knock on the door. Blaine groaned. How dare there be a knock on the door? How dare anyone mar this perfect, blissful moment by imposing their existence upon their exclusive little bubble of heaven?

"Go away!" Blaine called irritably when the knock was repeated.

"Blaine, we're going to order pizza. Do you and Kurt want some?" It was his sister Lila. Blaine was about to politely decline and snuggle even tighter against Kurt when he heard a small, sweet murmur beside him.

"Mmmm. Pizza."

Blaine smiled. If Kurt wanted pizza, then pizza it would be. Come to think of it, he was pretty hungry.

"Yeah, sounds good. Thanks!"

"Any requests?"

On the other side of the door, Lila waited patiently through the soft, muffled conversation inside her brother's room.

"Uh...hold on...what?...Okay...Uh, prosciutto and spring onion?"

Lila rolled her eyes. Mary, please.

"Blaine, I don't think they have...can you just come to the door please? I have a menu and I'm sick of yelling back and forth over the air conditioner."

Blaine groaned and started to sit up. He and Kurt both gave little yelps of pain – they hadn't even bothered to clean up before falling asleep together, and the come on Blaine's stomach had dried and essentially glued him to Kurt.

"Ouch," Blaine mumbled, rubbing the sensitive patch on his stomach. "guess I should have been the little spoon that time."

"Yeah, that probably would have been smart," Kurt agreed, rubbing his back.

Blaine threw his robe on and walked over to the door, Kurt self-consciously pulling the covers over himself at the same time. He lay comfortably, inhaling the scent of Blaine all around him. He listened to the murmured voices at the door and closed his eyes again. Blaine was too far away. Much too far.

"So, Kurt," Blaine called softly, "They have...you like spinach, right? They have that. And...let's see...broccoli...roasted red pepper...oh, they have this chicken florentine pie, that sounds like it might be your kind of thing."

Kurt smiled. Blaine was so sweet it almost hurt. Even in the simplest ways.

"Chicken florentine sounds lovely, Blaine."

Blaine closed and locked the door and climbed back into bed beside Kurt. Kurt rolled over to face him, and pulled Blaine into a deep, leisurely kiss.

"Mmmm," Blaine groaned. "We should get up."

"Why?" asked Kurt, snuggling closer. "I think we should stay right here forever."

"I thought you wanted pizza."

"Can't they just slide it under the door?"

Blaine chuckled. "Come on, let's go take a shower. We have to interact with people, and I'm pretty sure my sister just smelled the sex all over me, which is disturbing enough as it is."

"Hmmm. A shower does sound nice."

"Come on." Blaine sat up, wincing slightly, and reached out for Kurt's hand.

"are you all right?" Kurt sounded concerned.

"I'm definitely better than all right, Kurt. I'm just a little sore."

Kurt blushed and looked a bit sheepish as he took Blaine's hand and sat up as well.

"I'm sorry if I...wasn't gentle enough," Kurt said quietly.

Blaine laughed. "You were exactly as gentle as I let you be. And I'd probably be a little sore no matter what." He kissed Kurt again, then pulled them both to their feet so they could shower before the pizza arrived.

They didn't fool around in the shower for once – well, maybe they had a bit of a shampoo fight, but it wasn't sexual, just flirtatious. And that was it. They were giggly and flirtatious and full of blushes and cute smiles and quick, soft kisses. There was something unspoken between them, an understanding that the sex they'd had needed to remain awesome, special and distinct. They didn't want to cloud that with further sexual activity. At least not yet. There would be lots more to come, they both knew that, but at that moment it was all about the romance. And the love.

When they were downstairs sharing pizza with Lila and her friends, they caught one another's eyes and starting giggling uncontrollably. The girls were stoned out of their minds, but they still asked what the hell is wrong with you two?

Well, except Lila. She just gave Blaine a very knowing smirk, and he blushed deeply.

"So, guys," Lila said to them as they finished their pizza, "we were thinking about throwing a party tonight. Nothing huge, we just figured it's hot out and everyone's bored and Mom and Dad are on foreign soil. What do you think?"

"It's fine with me," Blaine said, shrugging and turning to Kurt.

"Yeah, it's fine. We can, uh, make ourselves scarce." He gave Blaine the sly, shy smile that Blaine had dubbed his Sexy Smile.

The smile didn't go unnoticed by the older Anderson sibling, and she gave Blaine another smirk.

"Well, you guys can certainly have some more alone time if you want, but I was kind of hoping you'd join us. I thought it might be fun."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. A party? Here? With Lila and her drunken stoner college-age friends? With no parents to be found and no need to figure out a designated driver?

Actually, that did sound pretty fun.

Then again, he was here to spend the weekend with Blaine. But he and Blaine had until Monday before Blaine's parents returned and Kurt had to go home and get back to work at his Dad's shop, and maybe an evening of socializing would make things feel more fresh when they got back to it.

Because they were definitely going to get back to it. And Kurt knew exactly what they were going to do next.

"What do you think, Kurt?" asked Blaine, and the excitement in Blaine's eyes decided it for him. Because Blaine definitely wouldn't complain if Kurt insisted on spending the evening naked and alone with him, but Blaine also definitely wanted to go to his sister's party.

"I think it sounds like a fantastic idea. Do you need any help setting up?"

An hour later, Kurt was helping Lila's friend Karen string Fairy lights out by the pool, while Blaine and Lila set up a drinks table. Lila was only twenty, but some of her friends were of age, so procuring alcohol hadn't been a problem at all. Kurt gazed over at the shrieks and giggles coming from the table, and let his gaze linger on the pair. Blaine and Lila were close, but they also led very separate lives. On rare occasions Kurt saw the warm, affectionate banter that they easily fell into when they spent time together, and it made him feel a pang of fondness spiked with aching melancholy. Being an only child had its perks, but it definitely had its down sides as well. He'd never be close to another person in that way. Sure, he and Finn were becoming "brothers" of a sort, but it wasn't the same at all. Kurt was pretty sure that he could never fully be a brother to someone he had once wanted to nail.

Kurt had liked Lila instantly, which probably had something to do with the fact that she looked quite a bit like a female version of Blaine; they were both short with dark, thick hair and eyebrows, golden-hazel eyes and clear olive skin. They both had those insanely full lips and dazzling smiles.

The physical similarities ended there, however, because Lila was assuredly all woman, and Blaine was most definitely all man. Lila was curvy in a very pleasing way; her body type reminded Kurt a bit of Tina's, and she seemed very at ease in her skin, seeming to take nothing but a comfortable delight in letting a strip of slightly plump belly poke out between her tank top and cut-off shorts. Lila wore her hair in thick, ropey dreadlocks, wore a thin silver nose ring and sported several tattoos. She wore a few overlapping woven hemp necklaces with blown glass beads around her neck, and Kurt was pretty sure he had never seen her wearing shoes. Well, he had pretty much only seen her at Blaine's house, but Kurt imagined she went barefoot as often as she could get away with it.

She shared Blaine's charming, confident, and sometimes altogether shameless affect, though Lila was more crass and less disciplined than Blaine. She, like Blaine, was also very physical; she and Blaine often gave each other little pats and swats and half-hugs without even seeming to notice they were doing it. Sometimes they even moved the same way; they both had this bouncy, hyper energy about them that always seemed to make them into the social nuclei of whatever scene they were in, be it a well-groomed group of prep school boys or a pack of dirty hippies.

"Kurt?" He gave a start and turned to meet Karen's glazed and bloodshot eyes. "Man, you've just been standing there for, like, five minutes. Can you give me a hand here?"

"Sorry," Kurt mumbled, getting back to work.

"You're totally into him, aren't you?" Karen asked.

"Yeah," Kurt answered, blushing slightly.

"I don't blame you. Man, that kid got hot."

Kurt turned to her with an arched eyebrow.

"Just saying, that's all," she added with a lopsided grin. And Kurt couldn't help but return it, because yeah, Blaine was hot, and let the world go ahead and appreciate it, because Blaine was also his.

Lila's definition of huge ended up differing from Kurt's significantly, because the party was fucking epic. There were probably well over a hundred people there, and Kurt couldn't imagine how Lila could possibly know that many people. Blaine seemed to know a fair few of them as well. He guided Kurt around the house and pool area introducing him to everyone he knew, and Kurt was moved almost to tears by how obviously proud Blaine was to show him off. "This is my boyfriend, Kurt," he told each person happily, his arm protectively about Kurt's waist.

"How do you know so many of these people?" Kurt asked.

"Well, I used to hang out with Lila and her friends a lot more, especially before I went to Dalton," Blaine said. He smiled at Kurt, and sipped his rum and coke.

"So is this your way of telling me you used to be a pothead, Blaine Anderson?"

Blaine laughed. "No, Kurt. That's actually kind of why I stopped spending so much time with them. I just...it really wasn't my thing."

Kurt stared at him. "But...you have tried it?"

Blaine raised his eyebrows. "Of course I've tried it. Haven't you?"

Kurt shook his head. Blaine smirked.

"Oh, sweet, innocent Kurt. So young, so..."

"Shut up."

"Kurt, whatever. It's not that big of a deal. You laugh a lot, you get hungry, you act like an idiot. Do you want another drink?"

Kurt smiled. He most certainly did.

Blaine had never seen Kurt drunk before, and Kurt had seen Blaine drunk exactly once. And tonight Blaine wasn't too proud to be looking for a do-over. Because it shouldn't have been Rachel Berry that Blaine kissed that night. And Blaine should have been waking up in Kurt's bed under decidedly different circumstances.

He whispered something to this effect in Kurt's ear after a round of tequila shots with Lila, and his breath on Kurt's skin made them both dizzy, every inch of skin buzzing with arousal.

And then they started kissing. And hell, yeah. Kurt was vaguely aware that he was climbing into Blaine's lap, straddling him, and pulling him close, and his hands were running up Blaine's back under his T-shirt, and every place they touched felt magnified, and Blaine was moaning shamelessly as his tongue took a sensual journey into Kurt's mouth, but Kurt didn't care because he was pretty sure he was moaning too, and they even started grinding gently, having completely lost awareness of anyone in the world besides each other.

"Blaine! Blaine!"

Blaine felt a hand on his shoulder, pushing him back sharply from Kurt. He looked up with frustration and confusion, and saw his sister kneeling next to him.

"Blaine, some of my friends are starting to perv on you guys, and it's really creeping me out. You and Kurt want to maybe chill or take it upstairs?"

And they looked at each other and they really did want to take it upstairs, but first they wanted to get some more drinks.

And then somehow they were in the pool, and they were shirtless, and Kurt was pushed up against the side, and the water was up to their chests. Kurt's arms were around Blaine's neck, and Blaine's hands were on Kurt's ass, and they were kissing each other like each needed the other's lips and tongue to live. And somehow they had also become quite a bit drunker, but they had managed to avoid getting totally shitfaced and were instead just fucked up enough to act completely inappropriate in a semi-public place without caring even a little tiny bit.

Blaine pulled Kurt closer to him, and Kurt lifted his legs in the water and wrapped them around Blaine's waist. Blaine began trailing kisses down Kurt's neck, suckling gently just below his collar bone. Kurt dropped his head back and moaned, because he could actually feel a current flowing from that very spot to his groin, and he was hard and so was Blaine and on some level he knew they should take this upstairs, but the water and the night breeze just felt so good and made everything feel sexier, and he never wanted it to end. Keeping one arm looped around Blaine's neck, Kurt moved the other hand to Blaine's chest, rubbing with deep pressure, palm flat and fingers splayed.

"God, I fucking love your body," he growled.

Blaine slid his hands up and under Kurt's waistband, and then down until he was gripping his bare ass. "You're amazing," he replied in a gravelly, sex-drenched voice. "I want to fuck you more than anything."

"Not here." Kurt whispered.

"I know," Blaine murmured in his ear between licks and kisses to the surrounding area. "But I kind of like...just wanting it right now."

"Yes," Kurt groaned as he began kissing Blaine's neck. "Exactly."

Because that was it – they couldn't explain it, but they wanted this torture. They wanted it to last and last and last, because as desperately as they wanted to have sex, they just couldn't stop. The buildup felt so good. The fact that - no matter how obscene they were already being - they would not actually stoop to public sex was providing them a strange and erotic cockblock.

When Blaine lifted his head to move to Kurt's other ear, the outside world came into sharp and sudden relief, and he saw a group of people standing and watching them. Lila was nowhere to be found, thank God, and in that brief glance Blaine saw that their audience seemed really pretty into it, and somehow that just made it even hotter. He ground his hips deeply into Kurt's, and Kurt let out a gorgeous little noise, and their lips were on each other again.

Eventually it really did become too much, and they somehow did make it upstairs (their exit eliciting actual booing from their little audience), barely managing to close the door to Blaine's room before they were on each other again. Their sodden shorts and underwear were unceremoniously dropped to the floor, and their wet, chlorine-scented bodies were hungrily grinding together on the bed.

"God, Kurt, I want to-"

"Do it. Please do it."

"But should we wait until-"

"If I don't feel you inside me tonight I think I'm going to die."

Blaine groaned at the words, and he was helpless against them, because Kurt was begging Blaine to fuck him, and it really would be a horrible tragedy if Kurt died, but Blaine wasn't too intoxicated to know that they usually talked about it before they took a step, and this was the very last step, but Kurt had fucked him raw earlier that same day, and that had felt like a final step, it had felt official, and Blaine didn't want to talk right now. Right now he wanted to turn his brain completely off and just fuck Kurt like an animal.

And Kurt seemed to have the same idea. Because he already had the bottle of almond oil in his hand, and he was already coating Blaine's fingers and guiding them to his entrance, and his legs were already spread, and fucking hell, the look on his face...

Blaine slowly and gently stretched Kurt, reassured to find that his lust for this boy hadn't overpowered his love for him, because this really did have to be gentle, gentler than Blaine liked it, or Kurt wouldn't have a good time. Kurt let out a breath he had been holding and began to moan softly, moving against Blaine's fingers, crying out when Blaine found his prostate and began to stroke.

"Please, Blaine," he groaned, arching his back.

Blaine didn't need to hear more. He coated his cock with almond oil while Kurt hastily stuffed a pillow underneath himself, and then Blaine turned back to Kurt. He cupped Kurt's ass and then let his oil-slicked hands slide up the backs of his thighs until he was gripping Kurt behind his knees. Pushing Kurt's knees back toward his chest and spreading his legs until the position was just right, Blaine moved himself close.

"Ready?" he whispered.

"Yes," Kurt moaned loudly.

Blaine began to push in, stopping whenever he felt Kurt tense and hold his breath, continuing when he felt him relax again.

This felt better than he could have ever imagined. Kurt was so hot and tight and perfect and he fit him like a skin-tight glove, and Blaine gritted his teeth against the sheer excess of pleasure that was rippling through his body. He could barely speak, but he knew that soon he wouldn't be able to speak at all, and he needed to get this out.

"K-Kurt, let me know if you-you-God, you feel so good – let me know if I need to stop or s-slow down or-"

"I will. I know. Keep going."

So Blaine continued his slow, halting descent into this blinding new paradise until his balls met flesh, and he shuddered and fell forward, catching Kurt's hands in his. He leaned down and kissed Kurt on the mouth, the taste of chlorine sending a jolt through his body as he remembered how this had all started, and he groaned loudly and began to thrust.

He moved back into his original position, holding Kurt behind the knees, and watched him as his cock slowly worked in and out of his body. Kurt's head was thrown back and he wore a look of pure ecstasy. His lips were parted and his eyes were closed and he looked like he just loved being fucked like this more than anything in the world. Blaine inhaled sharply at the mere sight of him.

"Blaine...harder...please..."

Kurt hadn't even gotten to the "please" before Blaine started adding power to his his movements. And here it was, Anderson, no more being a pillow queen under this sweet boy's naturally talented hands, because it was time to see Kurt completely fall apart, and Blaine wanted to show that he could give as well as he got.

He moved his hands to Kurt's ass, lifting it slightly just as Kurt had with him. He began driving into Kurt with slow, deep thrusts, hitting the sweet spot every time but remaining painfully slow. Kurt began to whimper. Blaine continued to thrust harder and deeper, but refused to increase the pace. Kurt moved his hand to his cock, but Blaine reached over and pushed it away.

"Not yet," he whispered hoarsely, and it sounded like a command.

Kurt made a sound like a strangled sob, but let his hand fall away. He began thrusting back against Blaine, groaning at the deliciousness of it, his fingernails digging into his palms at the sheer building frustration.

"Please go faster," Kurt begged, and at that Blaine did, continuing to fuck Kurt hard and deep. He sped up bit by bit, a tiny bit at a time, building from a slow to a steady to a driving pace, and continuing to escalate from there until his pace was nothing short of frenzied.

As Kurt began to writhe and scream and buck beneath him, Blaine finally moved one hand to Kurt's leaking erection and pumped him in time to his own thrusts. He was grunting as he fucked him faster and faster, the muscles in his thighs screaming as he began to move so fast he was almost a blur. And Kurt was absolutely screaming, and tears were streaming down his cheeks, and all Blaine could make out was "Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

Kurt was gripping the pillow underneath his head, and his head was snapping from side to side, and fuck this felt good, no - forget good, this felt un-fucking-believable. Kurt had never imagined that it would be this good. And Blaine's deep, hungry grunts and his hand on Kurt's cock were entirely too much, and when he opened his eyes to look at Blaine he almost hyperventilated, because he was sweating and his muscles were rippling and he looked so sexy and masculine and Kurt didn't know if he would live to see this through.

But God it felt amazing, and every sensation felt like an exaggeration, and suddenly Kurt's mind went completely and utterly blank because there was no room for anything in his brain or body except for the fact that he was coming, and he was coming so, so, so hard, and Blaine was coming too, slamming into him forcefully one last time with a primal, guttural scream. Kurt let out a garbled cry that sounded like "Blaine" in his head but ended up strung out over far too many syllables when it actually came out of his throat.

And just as Kurt had collapsed onto Blaine earlier that day, Blaine collapsed onto Kurt, and they couldn't concentrate on anything except the need to keep breathing until finally they were able to concentrate on one another, and Blaine kissed Kurt tenderly on his lips and cheeks and forehead and chin, and then gently pulled out of Kurt's body before moving so that his head was nestled on Kurt's chest.

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"Just...wow."

"That was amazing."

"That was hot."

"Wow."

There was a moment of comfortable silence as Blaine stroked Kurt's chest and Kurt stroked Blaine's hair.

"Blaine?"

"Mmmm?"

"Please don't let me become an alcoholic."

Blaine laughed. "Why would you become an alcoholic?"

"Because that was absolutely incredible. If drunk sex is that good, I'm going to want to do it all the time."

Blaine gave Kurt a gentle squeeze. "I won't let you become an alcoholic, Kurt. I love you too much to let that happen."

"You can't control everything, Blaine. I can become an alcoholic without your consent."

"Well, then I'll just refuse to have sex with you when you're drunk. That should clear it up."

"You're cruel."

"Tough love."

"I love you too. Even if you are a monster."

Kurt moved his hand to Blaine's chin and gently tilted his face upward. He leaned down to kiss him.

"That was a lovely party," Kurt murmured.

Blaine smiled against his boyfriend's sticky chest. "Yeah. It really was."