Im so sorry for the duper super late update! 3 years late update.

My writing skills have been rusty so forgive me guys, but I still hope you like this chapter.

"Miiii-oooo Miiii-ooooh Mimimimimi," the rhythm of Rachels voice echoed inside the loft, interrupting Kurts sleep.

"Ughh," Kurt grumbled as he put his pillow over his head to suppress the shrieking, but lovely voice of his roommate.

"Miiii-oooo Miiii-ooooh Mimimimimi," Rachel continued practicing her vocals, not bothered that her roommates is still tired and asleep. "Miiii-oooo Miiii-ooooh Mimimimimi "Miiii-oooo Miiii-"

Kurt cant take it anymore as he stood up from his comfortable position, and angrily swiveled the parting curtains. "For the love of Barbara, Rachel Berry! Would you shut up?! No one wants to hear your voice early this morning!" Kurt shouted to Rachel, who had been preparing her baggage in the living room.

Rachel was not actually surprised by Kurt because they had been having this argument ever since they moved together. "I have no time to practice after I get off the plane," Rachel reasoned out, "and I thought you were already awake."

"Well, I am now, thanks to you," Kurt argued back.

"Im sorry," she apologized and continued packing silently. "I thought Blaine had already woken you up."

"Who!?" Kurt shouted, looked back at his room and saw his boyfriend comfortably lounging on his bed.

"Good morning!" Blaine said enthusiastically as he put down the picture frame he had been looking earlier on Kurts bedside table. "Rachel let me in."

"What are you doing here?" Kurt complained, neither bothered by the man in a suit, sitting on his bed nor by the fact that he is almost naked as he only wore boxers when he sleeps. "Its Saturday, theres no work," he grumbled and flopped down to his bed again, trying to regain the sleep that was interrupted.

"We have a date, remember?" Blaine answered him, but continued to probe at Kurts belongings.

"No we dont," Kurt answered tiredly, wishing for the people to go away so he could continue his sleep.

"Yes, we do," Blaine insisted. He then open the bottom drawer and immediately saw the contract they made weeks ago. Blaine took it and slap Kurts back with it. " Why did you only put it here? People might see this." Blaine reprimanded his fake boyfriend and walked to the wooden casket at the end of the bed.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked when he peeked over his shoulder and saw Blaine opening his personal casket. Well, it wasnt really that personal, so he really didnt panic. The box is full of random stuff from home and from college, but he still cannot throw it away since everything in there holds a memory; even some of the mementos Dave had given him are still in there and he refused to give it back.

"Just hiding the contract somewhere safe," Blaine answered him, but he was enamored by the things hidden inside, especially Kurts notebook, which was full of car designs. He flipped every page and he was enthralled with every design styles he sees.

"It is safe there, no one enters my room," Kurt reasoned and had completely given up on sleeping again. "Well, except for you."

"Better be safe than never," Blaine said as he folded the contact by thirds and insert it inside a book he found at the bottom of the chest. He stood up, closed the chest, and dusted his coat with his hands. "Its inside the The Land of Stories, I put it there for better safekeeping." Blaine informed him.

"Whatever," Kurt answered back, still pissed off that he cannot continue his sleep. He sat up and yawned widely. "So Mr. Anderson, where are we going exactly?" He said as he stood up and scanned his clothes for an outfit for his date.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked again when he didnt get a response. He twisted his body and caught Blaine ogling his ass. Kurt turned around and smirked when Blaine changed his expression as he got a different view of his fake boyfriend. "Expecting a pussy, eeh? Not the same appendages as girls, remember?" Kurt sing-songed, and laughed even harder when Blaine rushed out of the room.

"What am I going to wear?" Kurt shouted, but instead Blaine just shouted that hell be waiting downstairs.

"Who would wear a suit in a bed and breakfast?" Kurt asked incredulously as he felt that they are overdressed for such venue.

"Businessmen," Blaine answered as he slice his salad. "And do you actually think that Ill only bring you here?"

Kurt scoffed at Blaines boastfulness. "Really? What did you prepare for today then?" Hechallenged and started to eat the meal Blaine had ordered for him.

"I have it all planned out, dont worry. Leave everything to me," Blaine grinned, took his phone from his suit pocket and skimmed through his phone the places he wanted to take Kurt. "This will make our plan look so real." He then looked up at Kurt and said, "Prepare Mr. Kurt Hummel to experience the ultimate date youll ever have."

"May i see that?" Kurt said intrigued, but even before Blaine could retaliate, Kurt had already taken his phone and looked at what had Blaine prepare for their date. "Hmmm... City tour in a helicopter, Dolphin riding, Watch the Opera, dinner on a cruise."

"Impressive, huh?" Blaine beamed.

"Its... romantic," Kurt answered him unsure, and gave his phone back.

"What?!" Blaine noticed the apprehension with Kurts voice. "Whats wrong with this? Isnt all of them are girls fantasy?" He corrected himself when Kurt raised his eyebrows at him, "I mean every persons fantasy to do these things?"

"Blaine, have you ever been on a date?" Kurt asked frankly after he set aside the utensils. "I mean have you ever really been on a date with a girl, not just to sweet talk to her and get her to bed?"

"Is that even a question?" Blaine sassed playfully. "Of course not, but I assure you all of those things were very effective in getting them in bed."

Kurt rolled his eyes at him. "Thought so," he murmured to himself. "But youre not getting me in bed, so you dont need these."

"But I have already planned everything out."

"I have a proposition," Kurt insisted and ignored how cute when Blaine pouted his lips like a young child. "Ill show you what it means to date with a commoner."

"Really? You call yourself a commoner?"

"Well, compared to you Im a pauper," Kurt smiled "Okay fine, to date without trying to impress."

"I am not-"

"Yes you are trying to impress me with your money. Youre conquest, as you call it, easily open their legs because of your charm or theyre just really horny."

"Or they just cant resist me," Blaine interrupted, not bothered by Kurts judgment since he knew that he had picked up some hot gold diggers before.

"Shush!" Kurt reprimanded him and continued, "Ill show you how we do dates here in the normal world, where two people do communicate and get to know each other. Not with those helicopter thingy, I mean how can you even hear each other will all the noises up there?"

"Hmmm. Sounds interesting," Blaine agreed immediately. he was also curious how Kurt do his dates too. "Then, where should we start?"

"Well first," Kurt then peered at the window and pointed with his thumb at the limousine Blaine had arranged for their date. "That has to go."

"The limo!?" Blaine exclaimed. "But i didnt bring my car today. Well, we could rent a cab for the whole day," he reasoned out.

"Nope," Kurt grinned from ear to ear, knowing full well that Blaine will be experiencing new things from him today. "Were gonna take the bus."

"Ive never been on the bus," Blaine confessed wide-eyed. Ever since he was a child, he had a chauffeur to drive him wherever he wanted to go, and he immediately got a car when he was old enough to drive, so he never had the opportunity to ride the bus.

"I know," Kurt said happily and stood up from his seat. "Come on honey, we have a lot of things to do." And he continued walking outside the restaurant with Blaine on his tails.

"So this is the bus stop." Kurt said very slowly to Blaine as they wait for their bus.

"Ive never ridden a bus before, but I know what a bus stop is Hummel," Blaine glared back at him as he scratched the back of his neck. "Why do we have to change clothes? Im perfectly fine with my suit."

"Because its uncomfortable to wear a suit to the place where Im taking you," Kurt answered.

"But why Gap, of all places? The fabric scratches my skin," Blaine complained as he look with annoyance at the black khakis short and red polo shirt that Kurt had forced him to buy at the Gap earlier. "Is it just me or the assistant manager just keeps glaring at me?"

"Have you slept with her?" Kurt asked curiously. "I mean she is your type blonde, petite and with big boobs."

"hmmm..." Blaine thought for a moment. "I honestly cant remember her."

Kurt rolled his eyes at him and ushered Blaine inside when a Hybrid bus stopped in front of them. "Come on."

Once on the bus, Kurt swiped his bus card twice to pay for his and Blaines fee. The bus was almost full except for the two vacant seats. Kurt opted to sit beside a pregnant woman, which he immediately have a conversation about her baby. While Blaine sat on the one-man seat, facing the aisle, which is placed beside the emergency door.

While riding the bus, Blaine did not bothered Kurt much, but he silently observed Kurts conversation with the woman, how Kurt smiled and laughed, how genuinely intrigue Kurt was at the womans pregnancy. He didnt even bother taking his phone out to play games or read his text messages; he was contented watching his lover. He didnt even notice how the bus, which was nearly empty when they hopped on, is almost full now.

"Oh you can take my seat, maam," Kurt stood up and gave his seat to the old woman who had just ridden the bus.

"Such a young gentleman, Thank you dear." The grandmother politely gave her thanks and sat beside the pregant woman, while Kurt moved behind them and is now in front of Blaine. He gripped the pole above him with his left to keep him balance.

"What?" Kurt inquired when Blaine stared at him from his seat. "Did I get something on my face again?" He asked and used his right hand to wipe his face.

"Nothing," Blaine said gently and moved his head downward, which is actually not a good idea, since he is face to face with Kurts crotch. He immediately twisted his head and opted to look the view from the window.

"Dork," Kurt replied smilingly, but understood Blaines predicament. He knew that it is uncomfortable for straight guys to have a crotch directly on their face, but he was glad that Blaine didnt react negatively on him and just looked away. He then turned around from Blaine, so both of them could be more comfortable with their position.

"Were almost there," Kurt announced as another group of passengers rode the bus. The bus is already full, but the driver still let other passengers ride the bus, making them squished with another.

Kurt lost his balance when he was accidentally pushed backward by the guy in front of him, "Ooof!" Making him sit on Blaines lap. "Im sorry," he said and tried standing up, but there were no space to stand up since his previous space was now already occupied.

"Excuse me," Kurt tapped his fingers at the mans elbow. "Would you please move a little bit?" He asked nicely.

"Im sorry man," the guy said apologetically when he peered over his shoulder and saw Kurts awkward position. "I literally cant move." The man tried to move; nonetheless, but he too, was immobile.

"Im sorry for this," Kurt said shyly. "Were almost there, I promise."

"Its alright. Its not your fault," Blaine said in ragged voice. He cant help, but lean his forehead on Kurts back.

"Hey, you alright?" Kurt asked when he heard the uneasiness in Blaines voice. "If you are, we can-"

He didnt finish his sentence because the bus abruptly stopped, and Blaine subconsciously put his arms around Kurt and hugged him closer to his body, so he wont fall.

"Theres construction going ahead," one passenger read aloud to let everybody knew the cause of the abrupt stop.

"Uhmm, Blaine," Kurt started slowly. "Tell me that is a pack of life-savers in your pocket."

"Uhmm... I would be lying if I say they are breath mints," Blaine replied in rasped voice, head still hidden behind Kurts back.

"Blaine Anderson!" Kurt turned his head as much as he can to look at Blaine, but he can only see the back of his head. "Were in a public place."

"Im sorry, I cant help it," Blaine said not in embarrassment, but was afraid that this is going to cause another fight for him and Kurt. "Its been months since I had sex," he tried the petty reason.

"Ughh..." Kurt complained. "I dont know if I should laugh at you or take pity on you. Just dont look at the girl anymore, you might cum in your pants," he whispered, thankful that the guy beside them is sleeping while standing up, with his eyes and ears covered with his beanie, and that the other guy on their other side has his back turned on them and was busy talking on his cellphone.

"Huh?" Blaine lifted his head up to know which girl Kurt is pertaining to. And then he saw a blonde girl standing on their far right. Her breasts are so huge that the buttons of her shirt might pop out and her skirt is so short that she looks like a stripper when she is leaning on the pole beside her. "Ummm... yes, i wont," he agreed and bent his head down and tried thinking of unsexy thoughts to make his cock go soft since the blonde girl just made his cock harder.

But it was no avail ineffective, the bus started to move again from the rocky path because of the ongoing construction, it made Kurt repeatedly bounce on Blaines lap.

"Ahh... ahh..." they both breathed heavily. Kurt felt the hardness of Blaines cock against his ass, and Blaine cant stand the friction from his briefs and the pressure of Kurts ass on him. "Ah ah ah..."

"Blaine..." Kurt rasped as he lean over the metal bar, beside him and was thankful that the man in front of him is wearing a trench coat which covered him and Blaine from the other passengers, he just really hoped that no one will notice them, take a video of them dry humping and post it online.

"Kurt, you... ughh... have to stand up," Blaine pleaded as he can feel himself nearing to his climax, "Ahh.. I cant hold it anymore. The friction is... nghh... killing me."

"I.. I also cant," Kurt replied as he felt his cock becoming hard. He hadnt been with another person for a long time, and when he felt Blaine pressed up to him, his libido just went crazy. "No space to... ahhh... to stand up."

"Blaine...ahhh.." Kurt continued when there is a rapid movement of the bus, causing them to make more friction between them. "Think of unsexy thoughts."

"I am," Blaine said, but it is really hard to think of something unseemly given the position they are in. "I even thought of.. nghhh.. dead kittens, but nothing happened."

"EEw!" Kurt shrieked. "Thats just horrible. Blaine," He complained, but was thankful for that image since his cock immediately had gotten soft.

"Well, I didnt need a killer buzz...ahhh... before. What am I supposed to think?" Blaine complained.

"I dunno, uhmm.. uhh.. " Kurt panic. "something traumatizing, people burning, your grandparents having sex, lesbians having sex," Kurt rattled off.

"Not helping Kurt," Blaine complained.

"Oh.. I mean gay sex," Kurt corrected himself and continued enumerating situations to help Blaine with his predicament. "...Shark attack, car accident, canceling Glee. uhmm. What else?"

However, Kurt does not need to think anything else since Blaines cock have soften the moment Kurt said gay sex. Blaine immediately thought of the two gays closest to him having sex; Kurt and Elliot.

That did it to him. That is his ultimate mood killer.

"Im good," Blaine said coolly, interrupting Kurt from thinking of unsexy thoughts.

"Thank heaven," Kurt breathed a sigh of relief, and twisted his head again to look at Blaine. "Can we just forget that this ever happened?"

Blaine smiled. "What happened?" He asked, hands still wrapped around Kurts middle, and did not let go until Kurt announced that they have arrived at their destination; Coney Island.

"I cant believe I let you drag me here," Blaine half-complained as they sat down on the vacant bench beside a ticket booth.

"Youre complaining now after we rode the roller coaster three times." Kurt huffed as he tried to relax his body from all the attraction theyve ridden at Lunas Amusement Park. "I think Im dating a 13-years old."

"Thirteen and a half!" Blaine retaliated. "Hey, you okay?" Blaine asked when Kurt did not reply as he always does.

"Yeah, Im good." Kurt replied with his eyes closed, head bent to his knees. "Just give me a minute though. I think Im gonna barf."

"Want to go to the restroom?" Blaine asked; voice full of concern when he saw Kurt breathing heavily.

"Nope, Im good." Kurt replied, and wiggled the bottle of water he bought earlier.

"Okay, just stay here," Blaine said as he stood up from his spot and line up to a gaming booth, THE HIGH STRIKER, which is still in Kurts view.

Kurt who was intrigued at Blaine, followed him, when it was Blaines turn to play. "Are you sure you can do that with your delicate hands?" He challenged Blaine, knowing full well that his boss have never done anything physically hard.

"Watch and learn," Blaine said in full confidence. He staggered a little bit when he picked up the hammer, expecting it to be lighter.

"You alright there?" Kurt giggled, and covered his mouth with his left hand as he observes his fake boyfriend.

Blaine ignored him and swung the hammer behind his back and hit the red big target on the floor. The gold ball inside the machine went up to 100... 200.. 300... 400... and then it went down.

"Heres your prize." The skinny boy in charge of that particular entertainment handed him a Coney Island key chain as a consolation prize. "Better luck next time."

"Hey, at least you have a prize." Kurt said when Blaine walked over to him. "Are you seriously sad because you didnt win?"

"No..." Blaine said. "But my hands really hurt. Its really delicate," Blaine pouted and cherished his hand to see any damage.

Kurt laughed at him. "Rich kids," Kurt mumbled to himself. "Damn precious hands," he said as he unbutton the navy blue cardigan he was wearing.

"OOhh. The cardigan is coming off" Blaine wolf-whistled as he watched Kurt stride over the game, hand the same boy a dollar and flexed his arms and elbows.

"The technique here..." Kurt started as he picked up the hammer, swing it above his head a couple of time. ".. is momentum." Kurt finished as he strike the red target, just as had Blaine did, but this time the gold ball did not stop until it reach the top.

DING!

"My work at the garage has paid off really well," Kurt murmured to himself as he reminisced the time he had worked at a small garage in New York as part of his internship.

He stood up as the boy-in-charge gave him a one-foot brown teddy bear as his prize. "Nice guns man"

"Thanks," Kurt replied, smiling when the boy did not mind the high pitch of his voice. One of the things he loved about New York is this. FREE OF JUDGMENT. Well, not that free, since he can still hear about gays being randomly bashed, but compared to Ohio, where you have to make yourself hidden from everybody else, this is better.

"Can I have the golden retriever instead?" Kurt asked and pointed at the smaller dog with fluffy ears at the top shelf.

"Sure, no problem," the boy said and went over the shelf to get the dog which Kurt requested. "Here you go." He handed the stuff toy to the pale man and went back to his post to attend his next customer.

"Here, you can have this," Kurt said as he handed the stuff animal to Blaine and took his cardigan from him. "Dont say I didnt do anything for you."

"I cant accept his Kurt," Blaine said and pushed the animal towards Kurt.

"I was just kidding Blaine, thats really for you," Kurt replied as he buttoned his cardigan."Lets name her Margaret Thatcher. Tachie for short."

"I really cant Kurt," Blaine said in panic.

"Whats wrong?" Kurt asked confusingly and grasped Blaines shoulders.

"This is too much Kurt!" Blaine shouted, gathering the attention of the onlookers at them. "Its too much responsibility!"

"What responsibility?" Kurt asked, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"It starts with this," Blaine emphasized as he shook the stuff animal in front of him. "And whats next? Us moving in together? Im still young-

"-What the fuck?" Kurt stared confusingly at the man in front of him and let his arms slide out from his shoulders.

"And then, of course, were going to break up. How can Tachie survive that?"

"Oh my god!" Kurt murmured ashamedly as he is now being prank by Blaine. "Sorry folks, just a dramatic boyfriend here." Kurt said loudly to disperse the small crowd who got their attention from the out burst Blaine made a second ago.

"How will we do that? Do we get joint custody? and then when will i see him and when will be your turn?" Blaine continued even if Kurt is glaring at him right now.

"Shut up Blaine." Kurt said angrily, but partly trying to keep from laughing at Blaines hysterics.

"But seriously, how will our baby survive that?"

"Our baby?" Kurt echoed and raise his eyebrows at Blaine.

"Yes, our baby. Im papa of course, and youre daddy-

"-what?" Kurt tried to stop him but the curly man isnt done with his impromptu skit, so as ridiculous as it is, Kurt played along.

"And as Papa, I refuse to name our son Tachie," Blaine said and hugged the stuff animal, changing his character to an accepting parent. "Why not something cooler?"

"I thought you dont want our daughter?" Kurt asked as he emphasized the sex of their fake child. "And her name is Tachie. Thats final."

"Well, of course, that changed the moment I held HIM, and saw how precious, our little..." He hang onto his words as he looked around to give him a hint for a better name. "...our little Pickles."

"Pickles?" Kurt gaffed. "You want our sons name to be Pickles?"

"Yes, I like the name Pickles, it has a catchy ring on it."

"Who the hell names their child Pickles? Thats stupid," Kurt the took the stuff animal from Blaine and started walking away from him, embarrassed as the man behind him hasnt stopped yet. "Come on, Tachie, your Papa is embarrassing us both."

"Dont you dare take away our child from me!"

"I just did, we found out you have a drug addiction and I filed a restraining order from you!" Kurt shouted and ran away from Blaine. "4 feet distance or youre going to jail, Anderson,"

Blaine thankfully stopped in his tracks, playing along with Kurts plot line.

"And shes a he!" Blaine shouted and started running after Kurt when they are now 5 feet apart.

"Come on, Kurt. Please," Blaine slurred. "Just one impression... *hiccup* then well continue watching." They were reclining on the couch as they are half-way through the latest STARTREK movie, which of course, Blaine insisted.

Kurt ignored Blaine and stood up from the couch to get another bottle of beer, staggering on his feet as he is already on his 4th bottle. I needed to drink this much, when I am dealing with Blaine for a whole day, He justified to himself.

He slowly went back to the couch, careful as his vision is getting blurry. He took his previous position and closed his eyes for a second and shook his head. When he opened his eyes again, the stuff animal he won earlier is in front of his face, staring at him.

"Pwety Pwease, daddy," Blaine mimicked a child, whilst wiggling Tachie in front of Kurt.

"Take care of Tachie, okay?" Kurt kissed the head of the animal first before pushing the stuff animal to Blaine, even though he won the animal for his fake boyfriend.

"Of course," Blaine nodded enthusiastically, as he hugged the lifeless Golden Retriever to his chest and whisper, "My precious." He then pushed the beer bottles from the coffee table so he can sit Tachie in front of them. He let Kurt decide the name and sex of the dog when he lost the game of i SPY on the way home. They called for an UBER car this time, not wanting to have a repeat performance of the BUS INCIDENT.

"Fine, just one though," Kurt finally agreed after finishing another bottle of beer, and then he positioned himself so he can face Blaine. He fisted his three middle fingers and move his hand on his cheek, so that the thumb was on his ear and his pinky was near his mouth, forming a telephone with his hand. He then said with a deep voice, "Kirk out."

Blaine then laughed soundlessly. "Thaw was awe...some" His language also slurred from the alcohol he consumed.

Kurt laughed with him, "Now your turn," he pushed. "Do Spock, Do Spock!"

Blaine wiggled his eyebrows. just because. Blaine then put his thumb, point and middle finger to Kurts face.

"What do you see? What do you see?" Kurt giggled, totally hammered.

"Close your *hiccup* eyes, Captain Kirk" Blaine commanded gently.

Kurt forcefully closed his eyes, and waited for Blaine "Spock" for an order. He then felt the fingers from his cheeks to slowly move to his lips. He slowly opened his eyes, and saw Blaine only few inches away from him.

"Permission to land, sir," Blaine asked as he looked at Kurts lips.

"Permission granted," Kurt breathed, and without a second to miss, he felt Blaines lips evading his mouth.

At the back of their mind, they knew.

They knew that they should stop it.

They knew that this would only cause trouble for them.

They knew that they should not be left alone together.

They knew, but they did nothing.

"Ugnnn" Kurt breathed. he grasped the back of Blaines hair, and held Blaines hip, moving him from the couch to his lap.

"Your lips taste awesome," Blaine said when he parted their mouth, to come up for air, he then move his head, so he can start devouring Kurts neck this time.

"Why havent we done this before?" Kurt asked as he let Blaine work wonders with his tongue on his neck. "OH fuck!"

"Your idea," Blaine mumbled. "Stupid idea."

"Stupid idea," Kurt agreed, admonishing his sober self. "Come here," he commanded and pulled Blaines head so he can kiss him again on the mouth.

As they slobbing lips and tongues made out, Kurt started to grind up his hips to meet Blaines, in which the latter welcome by grinding down to the man below him.

Kurt moved his hips upward, so he can easily slid down the yoga pants he wore. Somehow, in his alcohol-induced mind, he thanked himself for changing to a more comfortable outfit earlier, because that skinny jeans he wore was just a bitch to remove.

He moved his right hand between their bodies, so he can touch his own hardening cock. "Ughhh..." He let out a moan, just by touching it. Fuck! How long has it been?

"Me," Blaine breathed as he saw the expression Kurt made. He slid down from his position, and knelt on the carpeted floor, between Kurts legs. He tap the tip with his fingertip and giggled, "Cock... Kurts cock." He said like it was the first time to see it. "Its pink."

Well, it was his first time to see another mans aside from his.

"Tachie," Kurt pointed, and Blaine immediately knew what Kurt was referring to. Blaine twisted hid body and reached for Tachie to turn back from them. So that the lifeless dog wont see what they were doing. Yup, they really are drunk.

"Shhhhh..." Blaine said to it, and patted its head.

"Kurt..." He returned to his former position and gaze up at Kurt. "Teach me."

"Fuck!" Coz that was just plain hot. Kurt almost came when Blaine said it. Part of him wanted to come now, but a bigger part of him wanted that mouth on his cock.

"Just like when you are doing it to yourself, grip the base, Baby," he shuddered when Blaine did so.

"Lick a long strip from the base to the tip," Kurt said with his eyes closed. He gripped the cushion on either side when Blaine did it repeatedly. Slowly and repeatedly.

"Good?"

"Hnngggg!" Was Kurts only reply. "Use your mouth, Baby." Kurt ordered. "Suck me off, tug your teeth between your lips,"

Blaine licked his lips, and followed what Kurt had said. He slowly move his head up and down until it reaches the back of his throat.

"FUCKKK!" Kurt shouted as he grip the back of Blaines head. "MORE, FASTER!"

Blaine who is inexperienced with it, had a hard time to breathe. With Kurts hand on his head, he tried removing it, but the grip was too strong. He tried shouting with Kurts cock still inside him, but it only gave a good vibration to Kurts cock, making Kurt come without warning.

Blaine coughed when Kurt let go of his head, then Kurt continued to shudder as he come were spread from Blaines mouth to his face and neck.

"Ohh" Kurt noticing now, "Im sorry," Kurt said sincerely, He was too engrossed in the moment that he forgot who he is with. "Im sorry, Baby" He said, licking the white fluid on Blaines neck.

"s okay" he replied with a shudder as Kurt started to unbutton his jeans.

"Come on, let me make it up to you," Kurt then grabbed Blaine as they moved from the couch to his bedroom. They fumbled to remove their clothes until they are both fully naked, not letting their lips be apart for a second.

When they realize that there are no clothing that is hindering their wandering hands, Kurt pushed Blaine to the bed, he crawled above him and tangled his tongue with his.

"Do you like to rim?" He asked, somehow forgetting that the young man in front of him never had an experience with guys.

"Sure. I love it," Blaine said immediately, even though he really had no idea what Kurt was talking about.

"Great. Go to it," Kurt challenged him, knowing full well that Blaine doesnt know how good it is.

Blaine looks confused and non-responsive.

"Well?"

"Uhhmmm.. What exactly do you mean?"

Kurt giggled and then turned Blaine around, so his face is pressed against the mattress. Kurt then hovered over his ass, bending Blaines knees, so he can have a better angle. Kurt started to kiss side of Blaines ass, groping hard at it. He pulled it apart and peck at the puckered hole.

"ughhh" Blaine exclaimed as he felt Kurt breath at his crack. He gripped the blanket in front of him as he felt the tip of Kurts tongue at his entrance. "Kurt!"

Kurt then pushed his tongue harder as it entered Blaines hole.

"ahhh..."

He twisted his tongue from left to right to lick Blaine thoroughly. He stretched his right hand towards Blaines thigh, then grabbed the Blaines thick hard cock, and started pumping at the same rhythm of his tongue inside Blaine.

It didnt take long before Blaine shouted, "Im coming!" He squirted, and after a moment, slumped down to Kurts duvet.

Kurt rolled away from him, lay naked as he stared at the ceiling. Blaine rolled too and copied Kurts position.

As their breathing became even, the realization of what theyve done came crashing like a freight train.

"We had sex."

"We did."

"I blew you."

"You did."

"Im straight."

"You are."

"You fuck me with your tongue."

"..."

"I should go."

"You should."

And then Blaine scrambled to get off the bed and gathered his clothes, not even trying to wear it properly as he run off from Kurts room, then to the spacious living room and hurriedly slid the door open, slamming it after him.

Title Reference: TACHIE

TACHIE - their stuff dog.

Story Outline:

-level up pretentions

-date

-magic happens

Trivia: The original outline was for Cooper to appear as Blaines big brother, making Blaine confused and Kurt will comfort him; then sex. But I think the focus of the story will be too dramatic and will be out of the way, so I just focus on their strong sexual tension.

Scenes Included:

-full of regrets after sex

-pressed up in subway (tic tac)

Chapter Reference:

-"Cadigan coming off" Cooper dialogue in Big brother

-Tic tac incident which was supposedly for Sam and Blaine when Sam found out about Blaines crush

- Queer as folk reference ; Kurts dialogue during sex

-margaret thatcher dog from Big brother

-Gap girl version of Jeremiah

-pickles from my other fic

-Blaine in on the ALCOHOL rachel dialogue

-STARTREK... KIRK AND SPOCK FLUFF!

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