It wasn’t that Kurt wasn’t more than happy he left small town Ohio for his dream city; New York, he loved it. Everything about New York was amazing, but it was also new, lonely. Kurt had never had a lot of friends, especially not outside of Glee club. Of course he had Rachel and Mercedes, and Rachel went to New York, too. It was still strange and scary, he knew no one besides Rachel Berry and even though they’d been friends through the second half of senior year, he didn’t feel like spending too much time with the diva in New York. He just wished he could share things with his dad, his dad would understand. Kurt loved being in New York, but he missed his dad like no one else. He tried to call him as much as possible, his dad needed the reminder to eat health, anyway. Luckily Kurt had Carole for that, too.

Today was the first day of meeting new people. Courses didn’t start until next week, but Kurt was excited to meet people from his major: Fashion Design. He’d been debating between majors for the entire year. Rachel always pushed him towards the performing side, but Kurt couldn’t do that. Broadway was his dream, yes, but designing was just as big a part of that dream. So he ended up choosing the latter. He already felt the nerves bubbling up in his stomach at the thought of meeting all those new people. His step-brother, Finn, had assured him that fashion design must ‘hold gay guys even gayer than you’ and Kurt probably knew he was right. Well.. He would’ve defined it differently, but he knew Fashion Design held more gay guys than Kurt had probably ever met. Which wasn’t saying much considering he’d spend his days in Lima, Ohio.
For now, he was stuck at choosing outfits. He knew he had to look more than perfect, these people actually cared about fashion, not laughed at it like at High School. He had to look perfect. Sighing he turned around to look at the big heap of clothing on his bed, everything still neatly folded of course, it’d been like this for two hours. Kurt turned around to glare at his reflection in the mirror. He’d known for weeks he would be wearing his new Marc Jacobs jeans, black skin tight jeans with half of a kilt attached to it. The moment he’d seen it he fell in love with it. He had worked so hard to get them. Why didn’t he think about what to wear on top if it?
He jumped a little when the door flew open and his very hyper roommate burst into their room. He had his usual smile plastered on his face as he eyed the clothes on Kurt’s bed.
“Still not able to choose, Kurtsie?” he asked with a grin, walking over to his closet. Kurt sighed and turned around, Jeff laughing at his pout.
“What’s the big deal? Anything you’re going to put on top of that bad-ass pants is going to look amazing,” He said while ducking into his own closet. Kurt laughed at that,
“Well thank you, but I’m doing Fashion Design, Jeff. Fashion Design! I need to look like the most fashionable person in school,” Kurt admitted, turning around once again to look at his reflection. He heard Jeff fumbling around for a while before he saw his reflection coming nearer. He felt one hand on his shoulder.
“Kurt really, you are super fashionable, I’ve never seen someone who dresses better than you and that says something, because I went to a private school and those people had enough money to buy their closet full of top designer clothes. Relax; you’re going to be fine.” Jeff grinned, raising his eyebrows while waiting for Kurt to catch up on his grin. Kurt smiled,
“Thank you,” he said with a nod. Jeff shrugged.
“Hey, everything for my roommate I only met yesterday,” he said. Kurt laughed, it was true. He had only me this roommate yesterday but Jeff was amazing. Kurt wasn’t used to people coming so near to him but Jeff didn’t even seem to mind, he was so easy going. He hadn’t even popped the unavoidable question about Kurt’s sexuality, it was like he didn’t even care. Jeff patted him on his shoulder and walked towards the door. It was only then that Kurt noticed he had already changed. How did he do that? Jeff paused in the doorway,
“Hey Kurt before I forget! My boyfriend and I are going to go celebrate the start of the year with some guys tonight, maybe you’d like to come?” He asked, expectantly raising his eyebrows while standing in the doorway waiting for Kurt’s answer. Wait. Boyfriend? Oh. Kurt felt his face freeze. Well that explained a lot. He heard Jeff laugh somewhere.
“It’s nothing special, really. Just a bar where they have really nice Rock ‘n Roll music, movies. It’s really a nice thing.” Kurt blinked,
“I- yeah. I would love to come, actually,” Kurt had to push the words out of his mouth in his surprise. Jeff smiled again, he was such a positive person.
“Well then, I’ll see you tonight. I’ll introduce you to Nick first and we’ll go together okay?” Kurt nodded. Nick must be his boyfriend. Jeff stayed one more second to be sure Kurt was okay with it and then disappeared into the crowded hallway, the door falling shut behind him.
Kurt stared at his reflection, the thought about his outfit forgotten. So that’s why Jeff hadn’t asked him yet, even though his voice must’ve done the trick to reveal his sexuality, as usual. Jeff just didn’t mind. Jeff wasn’t some ignorant straight guy who would have problems rooming with Kurt as Kurt had been afraid for. His roommate was gay, so no problems. Kurt sighed in relief. He didn’t even know why, but Jeff was amazing, even if he would’ve been straight. Kurt wouldn’t have to be reluctant in things like telling his roommate he was gay. It wouldn't be so damn awkward like he had imagined it to be. Kurt smiled at his reflection. Well that turned out better than he’d counted on.
He then sighed, looking at the stash of clothing and took out a white and black striped dress shirt, a white vest and blue-white striped bowtie. His outfit was finally decided, too. Now the only hope he had left was the hope for nice people in his major.

Blaine groaned as he woke up, eyes fluttering shut as the light hurt his eyes. Again, he had drunk way too much and it wouldn’t have mattered if not for these annoying headaches that always killed him the morning after. He rolled onto his side, opening his eyes to see the security of the dark blankets. His dark, stained blankets. He groaned again, why did he not remember having someone over last night? The guy must’ve left for awhile, the bed was cold and didn’t even properly smell like someone else. Blaine heaved himself up and looked around his room. Yeah, there had definitely been someone over, the coat hanging loosely over the couch made him remember, taking the boy home, faintly. He’d been smaller than Blaine, what probably explained the immediate attraction, Blaine remembered. He hadn’t been very fashionable, though, he looked kind of dull. The being smaller always did it for him, he didn’t meet a lot of those. The bastard, Blaine thought, if you sneak out do it properly, don’t leave your coat for the other to remember.
Blaine groaned as he pulled himself out of bed and threw a pair of boxers on in the process of walking to his bathroom. He looked at his alarm clock across the room and groaned even louder. Fuck. First day of school and he was already going to be late. The stupid thing never went off when he needed it to.
Blaine looked at his reflection. He really needed to shower, but that would just result in being later than he already was. Well, way to set the stereotype. Sometimes he really didn’t understand his decision of going off to college. He knew the people somewhere back in that prison thing they called a help centre in Ohio were proud of him but really, he didn’t need security in his life. He’d lasted the two years he bailed on them, why listen to them now? But Blaine knew that if he continued to live like he did now, the money he had gotten from his parents would be gone, and he wasn’t going to be the guy who worked in a supermarket his whole life. So why not do something he actually loved?! It did mean living a normal life which had already been a huge step. He was, maybe, a little proud of himself too. Because hey, his life sucked, but if he could be something more than a brainless doll, he would do more than the people at that mind-prison expected of him. Maybe he liked proving people wrong, maybe he liked them to know they were the ones in the wrong instead of himself. He’d need a miracle if he was ever to survive college. All he knew was that a way to escape the uselessness that was called his life, by drinking. He hoped college was a good way to avoid those people. People that meant more problems than he could imagine. He didn’t want to think about his last encounter with those people.
Blaine snapped himself out of his thoughts before he was going to think about that too much, shrugging out of his boxers to step into the shower. Yeah, well, he’d see how long he’d last at college.

Just ten minutes later, Blaine dashed out of his New York apartment, shrugging on the jacket the boy had left. It was a really nice dark brown leather jacket and it wasn’t like he was going to see the guy anymore. Plus he left it, he was allowed to have it now. Blaine darted down the stairs of his apartment building. He was lucky he lived as close to his new college as he did. NYU was on walking distance and he was very grateful for that. He took a glance at his phone. He was only 15 minutes late, that was completely acceptable. After a little trouble finding exactly where he was supposed to be, he bust into a room without knocking on the door. A dull, old looking man was standing in front of the class, dressed in a rib-pants and a white dress shirt. The man raised an eyebrow.
“And you might be?” He asked astonished.
“Blaine,” he said, watching as the man’s eyebrows shot up and his eyes settled into that problem kind of look everyone shot Blaine the first time they saw him.
“Could you be so kind to be on time next time, and if you really can’t make it, knock before you bust into a room where people are obviously busy?” the man asked in a high, offended voice. Blaine shrugged as he took his place at the only empty table in the room.
“I don’t know, I think I can try to remember but I can’t promise you anything,” Blaine just said. About twenty heads in the room turned around to look at him, all with the same look in their eyes. Blaine raised his eyebrows without saying anything and they all simultaneously turned their heads back to the man at the front.
“Right,” he said, “What I was saying before we got so rudely interrupted...”

He was 30 minutes early and nobody seemed to be there, yet. Kurt looked at his outfit in the reflection of the window and straightened his blue bowtie. He bit his lip nervously, obviously he was too early; he always was when he was nervous. He turned around as he heard someone approaching and looked at the boy who stopped in front of him. He had a just as nervous as Kurt’s smile plastered on his round face. He looked rather young, slightly smaller than Kurt. He was wearing a skin tight jeans with a Scottish print and a shirt with black tie. His hair was styled into perfection.
“Hi,” He said, his voice lower than Kurt’s of course. Kurt smiled back politely. He wasn’t used to people actually approaching him, usually people kept their distance. This was the second time someone did something he was not used to, today.
“Hello,” Kurt said with a nervous look in his eyes.
“I just wondered if you’re here for fashion design too?” the boy nervously asked. Kurt nodded, his smile growing a little.
“Yes I am. You too?” the boy nodded.
“I’m Jayden,” he said with a grin. He then held out his hand for Kurt to shake, which Kurt did gladly so.
“Hi I’m Kurt,” he said.
“Oh my god- I’m sorry but where did you get those pants? They're amazing!” the boy then exclaimed, his voice an octave higher as he jumped on his spot in excitement. Kurt immediately blushed red. He’d never been complimented on his clothing before.
“It’s a Marc Jacobs. He’s one of my favourites, actually,” Kurt said.
“Oh Marc Jacobs is just fabulous! I love how you combined it with that vest- Prada?” The boy asked, still a happy glint in his eyes.
“Yes!” Kurt said a grin spreading over his face. It seemed that this year was going to be very good if this boy was any example.

Kurt sighed as he let himself fall on his bed. It wasn’t like he’d been super busy all day. He’d met wonderful people at school and then had gone wandering through the city which he still had to get to know. Emotionally, it was just tiring. Meeting all those new people, scared every time that they would judge him, but relieved every time when they didn’t. All in all, his day had been quit amazing. The guy he’d met, Jayden, turned out to be really nice. Jayden was in his group and they’d gotten along quit well. Jayden loved singing and dancing, just like Kurt, and they’d discussed both being in glee club in High School through the day. Jayden looked heavily surprised when Kurt told him New Directions had actually won nationals last year. Jayden’s glee club had never reached nationals. Kurt was happy he’d met him, he was one of those easy going guys and he was gay and Kurt knew he shouldn’t but he really hoped Jayden and himself would get close. Wasn’t it always like that? Crushing on the first guy he liked somewhere? He wasn’t really planning on crushing on Jayden. He was 19, surely outgrown that. He shouldn’t be thinking about it now, anyway. He only met Jayden a few hours ago and he would be very happy if they turned out to be friends.
Jeff once again pulled him out of his thoughts as he came busting into their room. His hair was interestingly styled and Kurt laughed.
“Can I guess where you just got back from?” Kurt said, quirking an eyebrow. To his surprise. Jeff started to blush.
“I’d rather you not humiliate me with guessing right, actually,” he said with one of those grins. Kurt laughed and turned around on his bed as Jeff walked towards his closet.
“I’m going to take a shower. Go dress up, Kurtsie. We’re leaving at 11 and I do know how long you take after just one day.” It was Kurt’s time to blush now as he glanced at the clock. He still had almost 40 minutes. He would make it.
Forty minutes later, there was a knock on the door and Jeff jumped up, having just returned from the bathroom. He opened the door and revealed a good looking boy around their age, black hair neatly styled back. Jeff embraced the boy before pecking his lips and then turned around to show him the way into the room.
"Kurt, Nick, my boyfriend. Nick, Kurt, my roommate," Jeff said with a big smile. Kurt smiled at the boy and reached to shake his hand.
"Ready to have fun?" Nick asked with a big grin.

The caf� was crowded and hot. At the back, a rock ‘n roll band was playing and the dance floor was stashed with couples dancing to the slow song they were singing at the moment. Kurt looked around, Jeff and Nick had just entered, holding hands. It made Kurt smile a little bit as he watched it. Once, he thought to himself, once he was going to be able to do that, too. Jeff and Nick joined the other guys they had asked from the building and Kurt simply followed them, a little impressed by all those people. This was his first time going out and he felt a little lonely. He sat back next to Jeff and his roommate passed him something to drink.
“What’s this?” Kurt asked, raising his voice to beat the music. Jeff shrugged,
“I don’t know, but we’re all having it,” he said. Kurt looked sceptical. Jeff had told him this was a good enough caf� and Kurt had anticipated people under 21 wouldn’t be able to get any alcohol. He hadn’t counted on the fact a few of them might already be over that age. Jeff turned around and looked at one of his boyfriends friends expectantly. The boy shook his head.
“No alcohol for the little boy,” he said and flashed him a grin to show Kurt he was joking with the last part. Kurt sighed in relief, he really didn’t want to go drink alcohol and do equally stupid things he had done last time he had drunk the substance. He nipped from his glass and was yet again quit impressed. It was good.
Jeff then pulled him on his feet as a more cheerful song started to play and Kurt put his drink on the bar for later use, joining his roommate and his boyfriend in the dance.
An hour later, he had come to the conclusion this was fun. He’d never had guy friends to do this with and Jeff and Nick were both amazing people. Kurt was slightly suspicious of the drink containing a little more alcohol than the boy had said it did because he felt light headed and a zero alcohol drink shouldn’t really do that to him. But as long as he felt fine, it was okay. It wasn’t like he had something important tomorrow and what could happen? They were in a caf� with only students, Nick was keeping an eye on him, he had promised, so there was really nothing that could go wrong, right? He slumped back at the bar, leaving his friends at the dance floor in a slow dance and took another drink. He stared at the crowd of people without actually looking. Then, slowly, his eyes focused on a guy not far away from him. He was wearing a brown leather jacket and black skinny jeans that fitted him a little too well. His boots weren’t fastened. He looked as if he wanted to express something through his clothes, though they looked too fashionable to really look as nonchalant as it should appear. Kurt’s eyes drifted to the boy’s face. He saw two piercings; one on the boys lower lip and one in his left eyebrow. Kurt had no idea what made him stand out so much. Maybe because he was clearly alone but comfortable. He was holding a beer, looking at something at the dance floor. He turned around slowly to order another beer as his eyes shot towards Kurt’s. Kurt wasn’t fast enough in looking away and their eyes locked for a brief second. Something in the boy’s face shifted, but Kurt couldn’t tell exactly what. He turned around to the bartender and said something. Kurt quickly turned his head away towards where the boy had been staring into the crowd on the floor. He spotted Jeff and Nick in an embrace, laughing about something one of them had said.
“Hey,” a voice Kurt didn’t know said. Kurt turned around, surprised at the closeness of it. It was the boy, of course it was. He was smiling, holding two beers. His smile had revelead yet another piercing in his tongue.
“Hi,” Kurt said a little uncomfortable. He had no idea who the boy was, neither did he know why he would talk to him.
“Do you want a drink?” the boy offered, raising one eyebrow while smiling at Kurt.
“Eh-,” Kurt said. He was a little distracted because he hadn’t spotted it from a distance but this boy was really hot. He had something special about the way his eyes looked at Kurt, the way his face was showing just a little bit too less emotions to be natural.
“Yeah sure,” he finally answered, taking the beer from him. Wait what? There must’ve been really too much alcohol in that drink. The guy smirked and handed him the drink.
“You’re new here,” he said pointedly looking at Kurt.
“Well yeah,” Kurt mumbled, still feeling a little uncomfortable under the boy’s gaze. The boy put the beer on his lips and drank almost half of it in one go.
“I’m Blaine.” Blaine held it hand out and Kurt shook it.
“I’m Kurt.” Something inside of Kurt told him he should probably walk away right now, but for some reason, he didn't.

Kurt didn’t even have time to look around Blaine’s apartment because the second after Blaine closed the door, he was pushed back onto it, Blaine’s mouth on his own and his tongue pressing into his mouth. Kurt screwed his eyes closed as his body was lost in the sensation of Blaine’s tongue dominating his, Blaine’s piercing cold in his mouth but while Kurt would usually hate it, it was fucking hot and Kurt didn’t mind at all. He sucked on the lip piercing pressed against his lower lip and it erupted a deep throaty groan from Blaine. Blaine’s hands were pinning Kurt’s hands above his head and Kurt couldn’t do anything about the other boy’s body pressing hotly against his own. He didn’t mind to, though, because Blaine was hard as rock and pressing his hardness against Kurt’s made that delicious friction Kurt couldn’t even describe.
Suddenly, Blaine started moving, pulling Kurt away from the door and took him across the room. Kurt’s legs hit an edge before Blaine pushed him harshly onto a bed, immediately climbing on top of Kurt without asking. Kurt didn’t mind at all, his arms were free and he clawed at Blaine’s chest, only asking for a little more than he was already getting. Blaine happily obliged, as he slid his tongue inside Kurt’s mouth again. Kurt groaned low, needing more of this. Blaine chuckled slightly,
“Oh God you want me so badly,” He said in a low voice, pressing his crotch against Kurt’s and another high pitched moan escaped the boys lips. Blaine had to remind himself not to look at Kurt so he closed his eyes. He slowly pulled back to lick over the skin of Kurt’s jaw, his tongue piercing scratching over the soft skin stretched over it. How was his skin so soft, so perfect? Blaine moaned loudly, placing kisses all over Kurt’s collarbone, down onto his chest. He reached the line of clothing there and brought his hands under Kurt’s shirt. Kurt didn’t stop him, in stead put his hands in Blaine’s hair and pulled slightly. God, that was so hot. After he got Kurt’s loose hanging bowtie off and threw his vest with it on the floor, he scowled at the dress shirt Kurt was wearing and in one swift movement ripped it open, buttons flying all over the floor as he pulled Kurt’s shirt off to join the other parts of clothing on the floor. Kurt let out a low groan at his, his hands pulling slightly harder on the curls at Blaine’s neck. Blaine’s lips attacked the soft, white skin of Kurt’s perfect toned chest. The boy was beautiful; he couldn’t help but think this over and over again. The hardness in his pants started to ache and really, he had no idea why he was taking so much time to just fuck this boy and get it over with. He just didn’t really want to do it yet. So he reached up to Kurt’s face and took him in for another kiss, squeezing his eyes shut so he wouldn’t look into his eyes, even for a short second. He couldn’t trust himself with that and he wouldn’t. Kurt was panting, literally panting. He pushed Blaine back after a while just far enough to take unsteady breaths. Blaine was glad his body affected Kurt so much and pressed their erections together. A high pitched, surprised moan escaped Kurt’s lips and made Blaine’s vibrate with it, sending Blaine to moan loudly too. One of Kurt’s hands uncurled itself from Blaine’s hair and slit down, pressing Blaine’s body more into his own. He started pulling on Blaine’s shirt and Blaine happily stretched his arms above his head, letting Kurt take it off. The shirt landed somewhere on the floor but before Blaine got to pull his arms down, one of Kurt’s hands had moved and was gripping both of his wrists together, pulling Blaine onto his back and pinning his arms above him. Blaine’s breath caught in his throat. Kurt was taking the lead and fuck that was so hot. The fingers of his other hand traced a line over his chest and Blaine shivered. He captured Kurt’s lips with his own again, pressing his tongue in once again and feeling Kurt suck on his tongue piercing. It felt amazing, but he decided that although it was really hot, he should definitely be leading here and hooked his leg over Kurt’s and turned them around without using his hands. Kurt’s hand released his wrists in surprise and Blaine used that time to pin Kurt’s own arms above his head, licking his collarbone again, then up to his neck. Kurt writhed beneath him as he sucked on a spot in his neck and Blaine grinned softly, starting to suck harder, biting slightly, getting more and more turned on by the sounds the boy beneath him was making. His hips bucked down on reflex and Kurt moaned so hard Blaine shut him up with another kiss. Kurt was now bucking his hips up to Blaine and Blaine could not afford to come right into his pants. His hands slowly slit down Kurt’s perfect toned chest. They stopped at his nipples to stroke one of them. Kurt stiffened, a low curse beneath his breath making Blaine smile and his head went down. He softly pressed his lips towards one of the nipples and began sliding his tongue over it, emitting sounds from Kurt that instantly hardened his cock until it hurt too much. He sucked one more time on Kurt’s nipple before his hands finally reached Kurt’s pants and he quickly zipped them open. Kurt’s hands had somehow already found their way toward Blaine’s pants and were pulling them off. Blaine pulled Kurt’s boxers along with his pants and then took Kurt in. He was big, and just as hard as Blaine was. Slowly, Blaine blew a line over his cock and Kurt shuddered. Blaine took it in his hand and stroked him. Kurt hissed and then pulled Blaine closer to him, pressing their lips so hard together their teeth clang.
“Do it then- you w-want it,” Kurt hissed through his breath, bucking up into Blaine’s hand. Blaine groaned at the idea and even if he wanted to prolong it longer he wasn’t going to be able to. Kurt had finally stepped over that invisible line. He was biting on Blaine’s shoulder harshly now. Blaine pushed back a little to reach to his nightstand, fumbling with the drawer to take out lube. He quickly lubed his fingers as Kurt’s hands pressed against his lower back, pressing their erections together making Blaine moan. He reached towards Kurt’s entrance slowly and as he stroked over the muscle with his lubed finger, Kurt pressed back into his hand, erupting a loud hiss. Blaine suddenly stepped over his line, this was still a stranger. Usually he would have forgotten the guys name by now. He inserted his first finger less careful as he had been planning on doing so and Kurt hissed again, pulling Blaine closer. Blaine’s hips bucked up into Kurt’s erection. He groaned at the friction and at how Kurt’s muscle clenched around his finger.
“More,” Kurt said with such determination that Blaine didn’t even think twice, he inserted another finger knuckle deep, ignoring Kurt’s loud cry of pain. He knew he was hurting the boy but they were both drunk and way too horny to mind. Kurt was practically fucking his two fingers and Blaine quickly inserted another one, not giving Kurt too much time to adjust to the intrusion at all. He knew he wanted this and the boy beneath him definitely wanted it, judging by the way he was riding his fingers.
“You are so hot,” Blaine breathed in Kurt’s ear. Kurt didn’t answer. Blaine thought this would be the perfect time and reached for the condoms on the side of the bed. He took one, retreating his hand under protest of Kurt,
“I’ll fuck you in a second,” Blaine said with a little smirk. He quickly put the condom on and grabbed a pillow to stuff it under Kurt. Kurt didn’t even object, his head was tilted back, one hand on his own cock, stroking it softly. Blaine groaned, swatting Kurt’s hands away softly, replacing it with his lips, getting a scream from Kurt he had definitely not anticipated but it made him even more horny, if that was possible. He didn’t look at Kurt as he bobbed his head, his lips pressing firm around Kurt’s cock.
“B-Blaine-,” Kurt said, pulling him up by his hair.
“You, your cock inside of me now,” he hissed through his teeth. Blaine didn’t object, he sat up between both Kurt’s legs and placed his cock at his entrance. Under another of those loud, high pitched screams, he entered Kurt. Fuck he was tight. Blaine screamed, too. He felt amazing. This time, he did give Kurt some time to adjust because Kurt looked like it hurt. Still a little too fast, Blaine pressed himself all the way in, his balls clenching at the touch. Kurt’s eyes lolled to the back of his head as he pulled at Blaine’s hair harder than ever. Then, Blaine retreated, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in with a groan. Not too long after, they steadied into a rhythm, Kurt panting and screaming, Blaine groaning. It was so different, but Kurt was practically riding him and it felt amazing. He was so close already and that was totally not how it was supposed to be but he could hardly help it because Kurt felt delicious and Kurt’s hands were now roaming his chest, pinching his nipple and Blaine groaned louder. He bend down, capturing Kurt’s lips in a sloppy kiss and flicking his tongue piercing against Kurt’s tongue. Kurt started doing that delicious sucking on both of his piercings again and Blaine’s hips stuttered as he slammed into Kurt again. It wasn’t that bad to look at the boy’s beautiful eyes for a tiny moment, it wouldn’t really hurt, right? He would probably have been able to avoid it if Kurt didn’t feel so fucking wonderful, better than he’d ever felt. So he flashed his eyes open just to see two deep ocean blue eyes piercing right through his eyes into his soul, right to the scared little boy Blaine hadn’t been for years. He came immediately, harder than ever and why was he screaming the boy’s name? Kurt shouldn’t be able to do this to him but now the boy beneath him was coming too and screaming his name and Blaine absolutely adored the way Kurt’s high pitched voice screeched Blaine’s name on the top of his lungs. Blaine’s climax kept building up and then he began to see dots of black and he took deep, quick breaths but yes it was really happening and after another desperate breath his vision blacked out completely.
His eyes fluttered open and he knew not a lot of time passed by the way Kurt’s hands were still on the same places and Kurt was still gasping for as much breath as he could get. Embarrassment washed over him as he realised what happened. He passed out. He fucking passed out. He felt his breath slowly fastening and closed his eyes to steady it, trying to feign sleep so Kurt wouldn’t notice. He slipped off Kurt, who was still breathing as heavily as before and his head hit the pillow still lying at the top of the bed. He felt Kurt move behind him but he wasn’t going to look or do anything. He didn’t want to see Kurt right now. He’d never passed out. Why the hell was this beautiful boy an exception to everything?

Kurt’s face was in his pillow, hair wet and sweatpants on. He had never felt so angry with himself, not even when he had let those bullies lock him in a locker for three hours. He just couldn’t wrap his mind over the fact that he had had sex with a complete stranger who turned out to be the biggest ass in the world. How had he dared to leave while Kurt had told him he didn’t know New York at all. Why had he left anyway? From his own house? Was Kurt that bad? It took Kurt ages to find his house again. Kurt groaned and then screamed into his pillow, only a soft, angry sound to be heard.
“Had a bad night?” Kurt yelped and shot upright, looking into the curious eyes of Jeff.
“Ohmygod how long have you been there?” Kurt asked, his voice a pitch higher. Jeff smiled apologetically and sat beside Kurt on the bed.
“Long enough. Something wrong Kurt?” Jeff asked with a soft, caring voice. Kurt sighed and fell back on his bed. He really wanted to tell Jeff but he was blushing again just because it was so embarrassing and he didn’t even really know Jeff and he had probably never done something this stupid. So he didn’t say anything and just closed his eyes, wishing that he had never done what he’d done.
“You went home with Blaine Anderson?” Jeff’s voice travels through then. Kurt opens his eyes in surprise.
“You know Blaine?” He asked in wonder. Jeff shrugs.
“A little. He once went to the same school as me. Not too long, though. He’s always in that bar Nick goes to and I saw him a few times when I joined Nick.” Kurt stared at him a long time and then his head hit his pillow again.
“I bet you see him take a lot of boys home, don’t you?” Kurt whispered softly. It’s quiet for a while.
“Yes, I do.” Kurt sighed at Jeff’s answer, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose.
“Kurt, you were drunk. On accident even, sorry by the way. Blaine can be a charmer and he took advantage of you. He should never have done that.” Kurt doesn’t answer Jeff, just stared towards the ceiling. Jeff was right, his drink had been spiked and Kurt couldn’t help it. Kurt just couldn’t get why he had been so attracted to Blaine in the first place. He hadn’t been one of the nicest boys Kurt had ever met. Kurt could remember two things, the first time he had seen Blaine, Blaine seemed to be staring at Kurt. As if he saw something. As if he knew Kurt. And right before – how embarrassing it might be for him to think about it now- right before Blaine had come, towering over him, Blaine had looked straight into his eyes and Kurt swore he saw something he couldn’t even describe. He needed to find out. Oh, and he really needed to tell Blaine this was not how you handled other people.
“I wish I could tell him how much of an ass he really is,” Kurt said, straightening up and sitting next to Jeff. His roommate smiled.
“That’s a good idea. Give him a piece of your mind. You seem mad. Just do it, it might help.” Jeff patted his shoulder and then stood up to lie on his own bed. Kurt bit his lip. Luckily, he knew where Blaine went to school, so it wasn’t too hard. It would be a relief. Why shouldn’t he?

Kurt had thought finding Blaine would be a problem. Blaine had only loosely let it slip that his major was English Literature at NYU. Kurt knew how big NYU was, but when he walked towards the main building, he spotted the figure of the boy of last night. How wonderful. Such a coincidence. Kurt took a deep breath and walked closer.
“Smoking is really bad for your skin, you know,” Kurt remarked as he looked at the boy. Blaine’s back froze and Kurt saw him take a deep breath. He turned around slowly, blowing the inhalation of smoke right into Kurt’s face. Kurt coughed and waved it away, still staring at Blaine while Blaine was trying to avoid his gaze.
“I couldn’t care less about my skin,” Blaine said with a low, annoyed voice. Kurt flinched back a little at Blaine’s mean tone.
“You left without even warning me where the hell in New York I was?” Kurt said, coming straight to the point. Blaine shrugged.
“I had to go to school. Usually guys I sleep with leave right after but you didn’t,” he said in a soft accusing tone.
“Oh I’m sorry, didn’t I behave like your other sex toys?” Kurt said with a bitch glare. Blaine arched one of his eyebrows and then shrugged. He turned around.
“Why are you such an ass?” Kurt asked bluntly.
“Because my ass is the part of my body your cock has to go, Hummel.”
“You weren’t like this when you passed out on me last night,” Kurt said arching an eyebrow. Blaine immediately looked away, not answering.
“You weren’t even like this before we got to your home,” Kurt added. Blaine’s eyes shot to somewhere around Kurt’s forehead.
“I was trying to lure you in to fuck me because you seemed like a little angel I wouldn’t get if I was myself. Obviously, it worked,” Blaine said. Kurt growled and his eyes shot open.
“Well then I hope you had fun, because then at least one of us gained something from last night,” he spat before walking away. Blaine looked at the slowly disappearing back of the boy he hadn’t been able to get out of his head for the past day. He knew he really wanted to go after him, which was exactly the reason why he shouldn’t. Blaine didn’t need anyone in his life. Blaine could be on his own, he’d proven that for three years.