I was having a great time. My grades were good, I was lead singer of the Warblers. I had Kurt. It seemed like nothing could get in my way. Even my family was being nice. My parents hadn't been exactly thrilled when I came out, but after that summer of rebuilding the car fiasco, my dad accepted the inevitable and as long as I didn't rub it in his face, he was accepting of who I was. I'd complain, but he acted the same way with both Cooper and Samantha. He didn't like any girl Coop ever brought home, and we could tell because he would get extra polite. He was even a little more hostile towards Sammy's beaux, but she was younger than Coop, and in Dad's world she was more vulnerable being a female. Hah! Coop and I and all the neighborhood boys called her “The Terminator” for a reason, you did not want to get on the bad side of Samantha Anderson.

Dad had never met my boyfriend. Well, he had actually met him, at a parent function at Dalton, but he didn't know he was my boyfriend. I meant to keep it that way.

I guess that's why I didn't think it was weird that we never spent any time with Kurt's folks. I had met Burt when Kurt registered here. He was polite and I could see Kurt loved him beyond all sense. But Burt didn't seem to want to interact with me at all, so I took that at face value and left him alone. The only contact I'd had with him after that was the uncomfortable conversation I had with him at his garage when I was concerned about Kurt learning the ropes.

I met Kurt's step-brother, Finn, by accident. I was on my way to class and stopped by Kurt's dorm room. I usually met him at the coffee kiosk in the courtyard that led from the dorms to the main classroom building. I hadn't given it much thought, but the fact was that I had never been inside Kurt's dorm room. I was waiting for Kurt one morning and when he didn't show, I strolled down that hallway to knock on his door. I wasn't quite there, reading the names on each door as I went since I'd never been there, I ran into a tree.

Trees don't usually grow in Dalton's dorms, so I looked up at this huge guy. He wasn't somebody I'd seen before, and he looked kind of lost, so I offered help.

“Dude, I'm looking for a student that boards here named Hummel,” he said.

“Kurt?” I asked.

“Yeah, Kurt, do you know where he is?” the giant asked.

I forgot my manners and just stared for a second, and the guy blushed.

“I'm sorry, I just assumed you all knew each other...” and he got ready to leave. I was torn, I wanted to be polite, I was born polite and didn't know any other way to be. But my heart was stricken. Was this some ex boyfriend?

“He's in some of my classes. Can I tell him you were looking for him.....ah...?” I managed to stammer.

“Oh, Finn. I'm Finn Hudson. I'm Kurt's step-brother. His dad married my mom last year,” he offered.

“I'm Blaine Anderson,” I told him, still wondering. He seemed to get the hint.

“I just came to see him for a minute...about, ah, home. About a family matter at home,” Finn said, no longer looking at me. Maybe he was shy? Anyway, just then Kurt came out of his room and started down the hallway. He saw Finn and I talking and started to jog, a stricken look flashed over his face. Again, weird.

“Finn!” He said as he closed in on us. “What are you doing here?” he asked, taking Finn's arm and turning him a little away from me.

“Ah..” Finn looked at Kurt's face as though he might be reading his mind or something. “Ah, Kurt, I just came from home, Mom sent me with chicken soup for your cold. Are you okay?” he asked.

“Fine, just getting over the cold. Thank Carole for me, okay?” Kurt asked and Finn nodded.

“Blaine, this is my step brother, Finn. His mom married my dad last year. He goes to McKinley,” Kurt introduced. “Finn, this is Blaine Anderson, a friend of mine here,” he said. That was weird, he introduced me as his friend -which was accurate -but I thought we were boyfriends? I stuck my hand out to shake and Finn followed suite.

“Glad to meet you, Finn,” I said automatically. He said the same and by the time we were done, Kurt was hurrying Finn along the corridor. He turned and called back over his shoulder, “I'll catch up to you in Literature class, Blaine, okay? I need to walk my step-brother to his car.”

The strangest thing about all of this? I didn't know Kurt even had a cold.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was nearing November and Kurt was acting stranger than usual. I invited him to have Thanksgiving supper with my family so he wouldn't have to brave the snow to drive all the way to Lima, but he told me he was homesick and refused. I went home and had a fairly good holiday for the most part, kidding around with Cooper and Samantha, eating an obscene amount of food, and my lack of a boyfriend probably didn't hurt my dad's feelings one bit, although he did ask if I was doing well which I interpreted as asking the same thing. I went back to Dalton early, wanting the peace and quiet of the almost empty campus. I hadn't spoken with Kurt since that Wednesday when we both left, and I knew he didn't carry a cell. I wished I had his home phone. Wait, I could look it up. I called the directory assistance and got it.

Ring ring!

“Hummel residence,” a voice answered.

“Kurt?”

No sound. Must be a bad connection. I tried again.

“Kurt? It's Blaine.”

“Just a moment,” Kurt's voice came over the wire. I heard scuffling and a whispered conversation with no discernible words, then Kurt was back. “Okay, how are you, Blaine? Did you have a good Thanksgiving?”

“Fine. Too much food, Dad actually sounded interested when I told him about school, Sammy has a new boyfriend, Cooper got a job over the holidays doing some legal work, and you?”

“I spent lots of time at the mall with friends, had a good Thanksgiving dinner, all the usual. But I have to go, Blaine. Dad is expecting me at the garage and I'm running late. We help him out when we're home.” Kurt said.

“We? I thought Finn lived there?”

I heard some static and then a voice,”Bad connection...Happ....iving.....Sund....soon.”

“Okay, must be the weather. Love you, Kurt.” And the phone went dead. Oh, well, I'd see him in two days. I felt lonely.

~*~*~*~*~*

I was sitting in the Senior Commons, just reading a book. It was Saturday morning and most all of Dalton would be back late Sunday night. The boys that boarded liked to stay home as long as possible in most cases. So I had been here all alone since Friday morning, just waiting for Kurt. I looked up to see him cross the window outside on the courtyard. I leaped up to knock on the window, but was too late as he dodged around a corner. He must be on his way to his dorm room. I'd meet him there. Walking down the hallway, my mind was occupied with important things. Like how to smuggle Kurt down to my room without the housemother knowing. That woman had ears like some sort of mutated dog.

I left to shower and change for dinner and found a little present in my bed. Kurt. How on earth he'd made it from the front courtyard to my dorm room was beyond me because he wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing and he wasn't winded at all.

“I missed you, Blaine,” he said after I had torn off my own clothes and slid in bed next to him. I didn't have a roommate, so no problems there, and my house mother was home for the holidays, so we had all night.

“I missed you, too, baby,” I said into his neck where I was making my excitement in having him home known to the world. Unless he wore a scarf. I moved down a bit in bed, starting to kiss across his chest, stopping to nibble at his sensitive nipple until he was completely unable to speak. I loved that. He diverted my attention to my own body as he began to stroke harder. I made a squeak because he caught me off guard, and he got all kinds of enjoyment out of teasing me about that.

Even though we had all night, I was anxious to do something more than just kiss and cuddle. I wanted to know more about that book.

“Kurt?” I asked.

“Hmmmm?”

“Tell me more about that book,” I coaxed.

“What book?” he deadpanned.

“Oh, don't tease me! You know, the one in the Paris Fashions jacket!”

Kurt ignored me and slid his hand down my belly to grasp my cock instead.

“We can discuss literature later...I want you now,” he said, taking me by surprise. Never one to turn down sex from a hot boyfriend, I was all over Kurt in seconds. I'd missed the cuddling and the communication late at night when we would sneak out of our dorm rooms and meet in the commons room. As lead Warbler, I had a key for....ah...practice sessions. Yeah. But it sure came in handy sometimes.

Kurt was rubbing me all the right ways and I wanted to return the favor, so I maneuvered around to reach his cock with my mouth and went down on him. Practice with a cucumber over the holidays proved invaluable here as I deep throated him as a surprise. It must have been one hell of a surprise because before I knew what was happening, my throat and mouth were filled with jerking flesh and warm liquid, and there was a stunned look on Kurt's face. He blushed from his chest to his hairline and could not say a single word. Was I that good or that bad? Maybe he didn't think I could learn to deep throat? We had talked about it before the holiday. He sort of curled up in a ball beside me and I had no idea what to do, so I jumped out of bed and ran into my washroom. I spit into the sink quietly so he wouldn't know, I was so worried I could not bring myself to swallow. Not that he noticed. I was no longer hard, well no as hard anyway. What the hell was going on? I was determined to find out and opened the door back into my bedroom.

Kurt was gone. The bed was still warm, but his clothes were gone, the door was open a crack, and I could hear a snuffle and running feet receding down the marble floor of the hall.

I had nothing on, so I couldn't exactly go running after him until I'd at least pulled on a pair of sweats – which I proceeded to do. I looked a the dresser for my keys and saw Kurt's shoes. He had been in such a hurry to leave that he didn't take time to put on his shoes?

I was down the hallway before you could say Jack Robinson. I skidded down and around the corner that separated my hall from Kurt's and I started reading the names beside the doors since I didn't know which one was his exactly. I found it, but before I could knock, I heard voices. Well, one voice. He must be on the phone. I know you are going to think less of me now, but you have to understand how desperate I was. I leaned into the door, which was tightly shut, and put my ear up to it and listened.

I couldn't make out the words, but he must have been terribly upset because his voice never stopped for the person on the other end to speak. His countertenor voice was one of the most spectacular sounds I have ever heard. But using that clear, high voice to argue when he was so emotional, it was nothing short of heartbreaking. I wanted to knock on the door, to gather him in my arms and find out what I had done wrong. Had I bitten him? I surely would have known. Did I say anything? Not that I knew of. This was eating me up inside. The more I listened to the voice, the more I realized he wasn't talking to anyone. He was arguing with himself. There was no break for him to listen to anyone in a phone conversation, just near-hysteria as he berated himself, questioned himself. I wished I could hear what he was saying, but all I could hear was the rhythm and tone to the words. After feeling like I'd been there half the night (I was sitting down, leaning against the wall by now), I could hear Kurt comforting himself. If I thought the self-loathing was heartbreaking, this was ten times worse.

Things kept running through my mind. I had met Burt and knew him to some extent. I'd even met Finn, and he seemed harmless enough. After all, he had driven all the way here to give Kurt soup for his non-existent cold. What had happened to make Kurt resort to talking to himself? I was sitting there without a clue on earth what to do. I couldn't get up and knock on his door, it seemed too private a moment for me to intrude. I finally went back to my dorm room.

Not an hour later, I heard a knock and a very sheepish Kurt was standing there. I had no idea what to do, so I just did the things that came to mind first: I threw my arms around him. He leaned into my embrace and asked if he could come in.

It was a strange night, but it got stranger after that. He was like a different person. He cuddled and kissed, talked to me and nuzzled into my neck. Boy, do I love it when he does that. I don't know, maybe it's because it makes me feel protective of him? Or because it's so intimate in a way sexual things aren't always? Kurt seemed to like it, too because he does it all the time. I think I have an indentation right there where my neck meets my shoulder and it's the shape of Kurt's nose.

I was afraid to ask him anything, and even more afraid to confess I'd been sitting outside his door listening to him rant to himself. So I decided to forget it and move on. I may have given him a blow job earlier, but I didn't get to relieve my own built-up passion. Okay, I know you're sitting there judging me. But, I want to reassure you I am not that guy. I do not need to have each and every act of sexual adventure end evenly. There are times when I get off on helping Kurt to get a spine-tingling, scream-inducing, hell of an orgasm. That is enough for me. But this is one evening I was confused and upset and just wanted the comfort of normalcy, and with Kurt, that usually meant that I got my rocks off, too. Besides, here he was, cuddling and touching and nuzzling me. He smelled good, as usual, and the scent of the Aramis cologne he used was like pure seduction to me. Just an aside, but if I met a guy in a back alley, dirty and old and disreputable – and that guy was wearing Aramis? I might have a one nighter so I could smell him. Just saying...

Back to my frustration. I debated in my mind for what seemed like an hour, but was probably twenty minutes, and I must have been restless because Kurt turned towards me and tugged me down to him, kissing me thoroughly. Next he began undressing me, one piece at a time, kissing as he went and removing his, too. He practically purred when I kissed him back, rubbing his whole body against me. We were under the covers in my bed by now, and he started to whisper in my ear.

“Blaine, kiss me..here,” he asked, moving my mouth down to his nipple. I, of course, complied and he groaned in appreciation. I continued to kiss and nibble him, leaving small love bites as I went. But no bites that would show later. He just came unglued if I did that. I guess if somebody cared about his skin as much as Kurt did, he didn't want me to mark it all up.

“I was thinking about the list,” he cooed.

“The list?” I pretended not to know what he was referring to. It was what put us in the wrong path earlier and I wasn't anxious to have a repeat of that scene.

“There's this thing we can do, if you want of course, called 'docking'. Ever hear of it?” he asked. I hadn't. He smiled and turned so he was facing me and pulled back the covers.

“You know how good it feels to rub our cocks together?” he asked. I smiled, knowing he didn't expect a verbal answer. “Let me show you?” I nodded. He reached to my bedside drawer to get the pot of expensive lube out.

He took my cock and stroked it for a while, getting me very hard, and was doing the same to himself. I liked it so far. Then he began to massage the foreskin on the head of mine. Now, I know not a lot of men are uncircumcised anymore, so I'll give you a bit of fact: the foreskin is very stretchy. It has a lot of nerve endings in it. During intercourse, it is somewhat retracted and the glans (head) is uncovered. Kurt was rubbing the foreskin and pulling it gently back in place over my glans. It didn't make a lot of sense to me, but it felt kind of good, so I let him do it. Then he got closer and touched the tip of his cock to mine and massaged my foreskin some more until he pulled it over his cock head, too. It is a strong piece of skin and held the two heads together very tightly. Wow. He began to massage the junction, using just a tiny bit of the lubrication. Oh, my....you have got to try this. I was unable to speak, it blew my mind so much. All that pressure at just the right place and the thought that is was so good for Kurt, too, because he was moaning and whining. He slid and pumped and massaged...until it was too close and we stopped. It was just understood between us that doing that was wonderful, but not how we wanted to end the evening.

Now that my adrenaline was pumping and my hormones were raging, I wanted Kurt in a much more direct way. And he knew it. We had done a lot of things, experimented and made up new things to try. But we had never done “it”. We had talked about “it”, agreeing that we wanted to be the first for each other, but also agreeing that it had to be a special time, and we both knew that when that time came, we would know it. Tonight was not the night.

“What else can we do?” he asked, curling around me and placing wet kisses on my hipbone. Who knew something as mundane as a hipbone hid such erotic secrets? Sucking on my hipbones would unravel me in mere seconds. And Kurt knew it. I was having trouble thinking.

His voice, so high earlier in the evening when he was upset, had suddenly taken on a deep quality to it...if I were a poet, I'd describe it as liquid chocolate poured over hot lava rocks. But I'm not a poet, and I didn't want him to break into laughter, so I kept my mouth shut.

He kissed his way up to my ear, then whispered as if what he wanted to say was so secret, so taboo, that he couldn't risk anyone hearing him. Anyone but me. I had to concentrate and listen hard.

“Blaine, I want to practice something, but I don't want to..ah...kill the mood. I have no idea what you'll think of me, so I'm scared to say it,” he got out before his blush appeared to cut off his vocal cords. You can imagine how intrigued I was.

Some couples have certain words that spark an interest based on their history. I'm sure you have your own, right? Well, one of our words is “Practice”. It came, I think, from that first day I kissed him. After the one kiss, I said, embarrassed and trying too hard to fix the situation, referring to the duet we were to sing together, that 'we should practice'.

Without missing a beat, Kurt looked up at me with innocent eyes and said, “I thought we were.”

Oh, what that did to me! We kissed again, And the passion built all evening as we kissed and explored and grunted and sighed. Let me just say, before I say too much, that the word “Practice” can bring us both to a state of arousal like nothing else. So, when Kurt said the word 'practice', I was all for it, no matter what he meant by it.

He did warn me that is might start out to be, ah, not very romantic. I was okay with that. He went to his backpack he'd brought with him, and got out a box. He handed it to me and pointed towards the bathroom.

“Go in there by yourself and read the directions. I'm going to be listening to music out here. “Oh, and Blaine...” here he came up to me, pulling me close to him and kissing my neck for a few moments. He had been gathering courage to say something, I was sure of it.

“Blaine, I only read about this, and I think it is not mentioned much, but it is important. I already did it, before I came down here -so, this is not a judgment, just something we should both know. Okay?”

I kissed his lips,”Okay.”

I went into the bathroom. Now, this is kind of a buzz kill here, but you never hear about it, and Kurt is right -as unromantic as it is, it's important. Inside the box was a kit to clean myself, a bottle of liquid, an anal bulb, and instructions. It was a bit of a shock that Kurt would buy this for me at first, but then the more I thought about it, the more it just meant that he cared. I read the directions and did what it said. I have to tell you, opening that door to go back in the bedroom was one of the hardest things I have ever done.

Kurt was a champion about it though, he just smiled up at me, and held out his arms for me and I fell into them. We spent a lot of time kissing and snuggling and generally just being together before we both felt, I don't know, like enough time had passed to make the awkwardness go away?

He was back to whispering, bringing shivers down my spine and gooseflesh on my arms. The almost -kisses he was ghosting over my neck were delicious.

“Blaine, are you up to doing something new?” He didn't have to ask, he knew the answer.

“Mmm-hmmm” I bit at his collarbone.

“I want to prepare you. I know we aren't going to have that kind of sex tonight, but I want to practice the prep part.”

I was hard just about immediately. He must have been thinking about it for a while, because he was, too.

“Lie down, here on the bed, baby,” he whispered in my ear, and began to touch me everywhere. He started at the nape of my neck, rubbing and gently running his finger up through my curls. Kurt was always fascinated with my curls. His ministrations continued as his fingers felt and rubbed and stroked his way down my back. I was just a bowl of jelly by the time he got to my legs. Stroking up my calves and onto my thighs, I was whimpering in anticipation. Okay, I admit it, I have no patience. At all. I was wiggling and squirming by the time he got to kissing my ass cheeks. I wasn't the only one squirming. Kurt was having a time of it trying not to shake, his breath was coming in little pants and he was flushed pink.

He pulled gently on my hips, bringing me to the edge of the bed and I was kneeling on the floor, my torso over the bed.

Kurt scooted my legs apart and got on the floor behind me. The anticipation was killing me. I was waiting for the lube, which could be cold, but I knew Kurt would warm it first. What actually happened, well, it wasn't what I had expected. Instead of Kurt's slim finger, it was wet and warm and felt amazing. Oh, my god. Kurt was licking me, long, warm licks with his tongue flat. I could hardly stay still, my body wanting to grind back on him, my throat getting raw with moaning. Kurt pointed his tongue, circling around until the muscle relaxed enough to allow him entrance and he pushed in and out, the pull and drag sending shivers through my body like an earthquake.

I was feeling so good, so full of lust for Kurt at that moment and it went on forever. At some point, he had buttered his fingers with lube and was introducing one next to his tongue. The finger was all the way in before he removed his tongue, and it reached farther, hitting nerves that had never been touched before. The new feeling was so good, and I had trouble keeping myself from melting across the floor. I was so into this, it was not going to take much to make me ready.

“Kurt, oh..Kurt, baby, come here,” I gasped. He rushed to come up next to me and I grabbed him around the neck, tugging him close and kissing him. “Kurt, my love, I know we talked about making the first time the right time, but can this be that time?” I breathed into his neck, panting.

“Yes, Blaine...” he said and helped me back on the bed. He laid me down on my back, so gentle. Kissing my cheeks, my mouth, my eyelids, he hummed into my ear as he caressed my chest and down my legs. I was so undone, I couldn't have moved if I was on fire. “Are you sure, baby?” Kurt asked and I nodded, pulling him closer.

“Yes, Kurt. I want you. I've wanted you since the day you walked down that staircase. I want to give myself to you, Kurt...”

He was shaking. It was the moment of truth, I couldn't bear not having him inside me, so I was whimpering and whining, begging him to enter me, to fill me. I must have said or did something that tipped the balance because he was suddenly at the entrance, teasing me with just the tip as I begged shamelessly for him. Then he was roaring with lust as he felt the tight, hot, electric feel of me enveloping him. If it hurt, I don't remember, because I was so overwhelmed with all the feelings, the emotions, the love that swirled around me.

Kurt rocked his hips into me, leaning down to plant a kiss on my mouth, sliding his lips back and forth just a little, his mind obviously on things elsewhere. We were tired, slowing down at times, and speeding up as the feeling moved one or the other of us. He was pushing in and pulling out, the friction building a fire in us.

“Oh, Blaine,” he breathed, “I do love you.” And his climax began, throbbing inside me. It must have been touching or pushing on some nerve, because as soon as I could feel him, I was coming. Was it what he'd said to me or was it the movement, the friction, the stimulation of the physical aspect? I don't know the answer to that. All I know is it was the best first time I could ever imagine.