The following two weeks were eventful and uneventful all at once. Kurt had managed to get a kind of weird routine going on, in which he balanced classes, homework and hanging out with his new friends with constantly trying to avoid Blaine.

Of course, that was easier said than done, especially when said person had made it his mission not to leave Kurt alone for a second. Most of the time, Kurt managed to get away. But Blaine was a sneaky guy; Kurt had to give him that, and he kept following him around with his sexual innuendos.

As recently as yesterday, when Kurt was strolling into the cafeteria at dinnertime, Blaine had caught up with him. He'd handed Kurt a tray full of delicious food and placed his hands on Kurt's shoulders to direct him to a table. A lot of people had been staring at them – well, mostly at Kurt – and Kurt wondered why. Seeing his expression, Blaine shrugged it off, saying, "I'm not often seen doing normal stuff with guys I wanna bang."

The dinner had continued with Blaine dropping propositions into every other sentence and repeatedly stealing fries off of the tray.

The reason Kurt was trying to avoid Blaine was so that he could some time to clear his head. He hadn't gotten nearly as much information that night in the car as he'd hoped that night in the car, and he pretty much back at square one. He tried to figure out what to do next, but nothing seemed to go his way. So he figured he needed some time away from Blaine, who only seemed to distract him further, especially since Kurt's mind didn't want to work properly when he was around.

One Friday night, Kurt was curled up in his dorm studying, where he had been since last period had ended. Suddenly, someone came knocking on his door.

Kurt panicked for a second, thinking it had to be Blaine again, but then he realized that it couldn't be. Blaine didn't even know his room number, right?

Kurt put away the book in his lap and went to open the door. He was surprised when he opened it, to say the least. Standing on the threshold was one of the last people he'd expected to see, smiling brightly at him.

"Nick!" Kurt said, surprised but happy to see his friend, "It's so good to see you! Come in."

"It's good to see you too, Kurt," Nick said as he eased himself down on the leather sofa.

"How are you?" Kurt said, asking the obvious question, "That stomach flu had you down for quite a while, gave us all a scare."

Nick smiled faintly, running a hand through his hair and leaning heavily against the cushions.

"You know, feeling a bit weak in the bones, but so much better. Thank you."

Kurt stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. "So… was there anything you wanted?"

The question seemed to brighten Nick's mood.

"Hell yeah."

He leaned forward to rest his arms on his knees.

"There's gonna be a party tonight… and only very lucky people are invited. Including you."

"A party?" Kurt asked, immediately looking at his watch. Sure, the curfew was an hour later on Fridays and Saturdays, but even so, it was only an hour away.

"Is that even allowed?" Kurt asked skeptically.

"God no," Nick said, laughing, "But we never get caught anyway, so it's nothing to be worried about."

"But… the curfew's in an hour. How are you gonna have time for a party before that?"

Nick raised an eyebrow at Kurt's question, thinking that the answer should be obvious.

"Unless you've already started?"

Kurt felt his stomach tense as he suddenly wondered if Nick was only asking him to come out of pity. But that didn't make sense, because if they didn't want him there, they could probably get away with it without him ever knowing about it. There was no reason to invite him, really.

"No, no," Nick corrected quickly, "It starts�after�curfew."

Kurt's eyes widened. "Oh. Okay. So…"

"So," Nick said, "after the night guards have made sure everyone is cozied up in their own beds, we sneak up to sixth floor, where the party is. That's the best part, because those rooms are practically-"

"-soundproof," Kurt interrupted, silencing Nick and earning a surprised expression.

"Yeah, I've… heard."

Nick frowned, but didn't ask.

"Anyway, it could be a great opportunity for you to meet some new people, make some friends, maybe someone to get a little comfortable with…" Nick smirked when Kurt blushed.

"I don't know," Kurt said, worrying his lip between his teeth, "I'm kind of tired…"

Kurt knew it was a lame excuse, but it was true. He'd never been to a real party before and,�oh god, what if there would be alcohol there? And what if he'd be expected to get drunk and act crazy? Kurt wasn't sure he was ready for that.

"How would I even be able to sneak out?"Kurt asked instead. "We have Mr. Burglee on this floor and he was probably a hawk in a past life, I swear."

Nick chuckled.

"I'm on this floor, too. But the thing that every night guard has in common is their routine. Mr. Burglee is last, so once he's done his eleven o'clock round, there won't be any guards around until eleven thirty, and then it's just to walk the halls for half an hour to see if anyone is sneaking around. There's always at least fifteen minutes between the two rounds for us here on the third floor."

Nick seemed to sense Kurt's hesitation, so he dragged himself up from the couch and stood front of him, clasping his shoulders with both hands.

"It will be fun, I promise. It would be a disgrace to the gentlemanly etiquette of Dalton if we made one of our newbies feel left out. And I promise, you won't have to do anything you don't want to do, if that's what you're worried about. We've all got your back."

Kurt could feel himself being persuaded, as if the doubt was slowly being erased by Nick's confident words. But there was still one thing he needed to ask.

"What the hell should I wear?"

Kurt couldn't tell who laughed harder as the tension broke and they made way over to Kurt's wardrobe.

"Well," Nick said, "We have over an hour to figure it out!"

000

Kurt wasn't sure where the heck he was or where this supposed room 668 was. He had been walking around the sixth floor for several minutes trying to find his way. Nick's instructions hadn't been very precise, so once again, Kurt was left baffled over Dalton's way of numbering rooms.

He thought he was finally on the right track when he heard footsteps coming up behind him. Kurt's heart stopped, thinking Nick must have been wrong about the night guard on sixth floor.

Running in zigzags across the hallway, Kurt rattled every door handle he could find, trying to escape the guard. His heart sped up as every door he tried was locked. He was about to give up his search and either run or just hand himself over when he saw a door with a little sign featuring a gold broom on it. He breathed a silent 'thank you' as he leapt toward the door. It budged under his weight, and he stumbled in, pulling the doorclosed as silently as he could behind him. He didn't close it entirely because that would've made too much noise.

The footsteps came closer quickly, and then stopped abruptly. Kurt held his breath.

"I was so sure I heard someone…" a voice said.

It was Blaine.

Kurt kept hiding, because he wasn't about to jump out of the janitor's closet. Kurt wasn't sure if Blaine knew he was avoiding him, but he thought jumping out of the closet and making a break for it might tip him off.

Kurt knew there must be a joke in his predicament somewhere, but he was too busy trying to be absolutely silent to figure it out.

Kurt didn't know who Blaine was talking to, although he listened intently. He strained his ears, but he heard nothing except Blaine's slow breathing.

"Never mind, it was probably nothing."

When Blaine paused, Kurt realized Blaine must be talking with someone�over the phone. Kurt fought the urge to slap himself.

"Anyway… yeah. I'll be there. I will. I�will. I'm leaving right now."

A groan.

"No, I'm not bailing on you this time. I told you, I was busy before."

Kurt carefully put a finger through the crack between the door and the frame to enlarge it. He peeked out in the hallway with one eye. He wasn't able to see much, but he did see Blaine. Well, part of him. He was standing so that Kurt could see his profile. Kurt felt his stomach drop at how close Blaine actually was. It couldn't be more than two feet between them.

Kurt noticed that Blaine wasn't in his uniform; he was wearing outdoor clothes. He had on a black vinyl jacket over a dark hoodie with equally dark pants and shoes. He looked suspiciously like someone who was trying to sneak out past curfew, which, Kurt realized, had to be exactly what he was doing. Kurt himself had gone for dark clothes for the same reason.

Kurt's eyes were so busy raking Blaine's body up and down that when he brought his eyes back up to Blaine's face, he thought he was going to have a heart attack. Blaine was staring�right at him.

Kurt stumbled backwards, trying to get out of sight and away from the crack in the door. However, that plan wasn't a terribly good one, because Kurt had left the lights out and couldn't see where he was putting his feet, taking a step backwards and walking right into a heap of mops. He lost his footing, throwing his hands out to grab anything he could reach –which turned out to be even more mops – and he landed on the floor, right on his butt, with a loud crash.

"Fuck," Kurt swore quietly as he tried to move all the things he'd managed to pull down off of him.

Kurt looked up as the closet was filled with light and saw Blaine standing in the doorway with a half incredulous and half amused expression on his face. He was still holding the phone to his ear, eyes wide as he stared down at where Kurt was blushing on the ground.

"I'll call you back later," Blaine spoke into the receiver, and ended the call without waiting for a reply. He pocketed his phone and flicked the light switch on the wall beside him. A light bulb on the ceiling lit the room with a yellowish glow.

He looked back at Kurt and shook his head slowly.

"Do I even�want�to know what you're doing?"

"Probably not," Kurt muttered, pulling a cleaning rag off his leg.

Blaine put his hands on either side of the door frame and crossed one foot over the other.

"Tell me anyway," he urged, tilting his head to the side.

Kurt looked Blaine in the eye and completely lost his train of thought. He didn't know what it was, but something about Blaine was different. Sure, his hair wasn't gelled like it usually was, but rather damp and free like he'd just taken a shower, but that couldn't be all it was. Something was…different. Good different. Kurt couldn't put his finger on it, but it was driving him crazy.�Blaine�was driving him crazy.

The sudden urge to kiss Blaine hit him like a freight train, followed closely by a need to touch and feel. He didn't know what was happening to him, but suddenly Blaine was all he wanted. He�needed�him. The thought of not touching Blaine this very second was almost too much to bear.

Kurt could feel his breathing speeding up, his chest convulsing with each labored breath. His skin was on fire, he couldn't think, and Blaine must be feeling it too, right?

Blaine narrowed his eyes and eyed Kurt hungrily. He stepped further into the closet, licking his lips. Kurt along the floor towards Blaine, and Blaine shut the closet door completely behind him. He hesitated a moment, looking down at Kurt at his feet. Kurt couldn't stand it another second.

"Blaine," he whined.

It was enough.

Kurt didn't even have time to blink before Blaine was on the floor with him, pushing him back and pinning him down to the floor with his whole body. His lips attacked Kurt's in a different way than last time they had kissed. This kiss was heated and urgent, want and need unable to be satiated fast enough as their lips moved wetly, parting to give way to battling tongues. Kurt gripped the back of Blaine's head with one hand, tangling his fingers into the damp curls, and grabbed at Blaine's shoulder with the other one, pulling him closer.

Blaine used his hands to separate Kurt's legs and slide between them, slotting their hips together. They both moaned into each other's mouths as the beginnings of their erections brushed together. It felt like sparks were exploding inside of Kurt, and he loved it, wanted more of it. He pulled back from the kiss to catch his breath as he rolled his hips upward. Blaine responded immediately by pressing his hips down. Despite zippers and jeans being in the way, the friction felt amazing.

Without hesitation, Kurt moved his hips again and again until he found a good rhythm. Blaine willingly reciprocated, groaning his appreciation. He leaned back down to catch Kurt's lips with his in a sloppy kiss.

They kept rutting against each other, wincing now and then when the fabric was too rough between them, but not stopping – never stopping – because the pleasure was so much greater.

Kurt moved his lips away from Blaine's, and Blaine let out a low whine in protest. Then, Kurt was placing small kisses along Blaine's jaw and down his neck. When Blaine's hips pressed down hard against his, Kurt bit down on Blaine's neck, causing Blaine to gasp in his ear.

Blaine snaked an arm around Kurt's waist as his other hand swept over the curve of Kurt's ass, smoothly raising Kurt's hips off the floor and pressing them against his own.

The added pressure made the pleasure too intense to bear. Kurt couldn't hang on any longer.

"Blaine… I'm- fuck!"

"Me too," Blaine panted, giving Kurt's ass a tight squeeze.

That touch was enough, and with a final thrust, Kurt was coming hard in his pants, throwing his head back with a gasp. Blaine thrust his hips once, twice, and three times, and then his body tensed and he was moaning deep in his throat. Holding the two of them up became too much for Blaine's trembling arms, so they collapsed on the floor in a big pile of post-orgasmic haze.

Blaine rolled off of Kurt a moment later, letting out a breathy laugh. "And I�just�showered!"

Kurt raised a lazy eyebrow at him.

"I didn't say I regretted it," Blaine said quickly, "That was amazing."

He leaned in and kissed Kurt on the corner of his mouth, neither of them caring that the angle was weird. Blaine was too blissfully sated and Kurt was feeling too heavy to move anything other than his lips. Kurt wished they could lie there forever. Well, except for the drying stickiness in his pants.

"Ew," Kurt whimpered, wiggling his butt to the floor trying to ease the stickiness. Of course, it didn't work.

Blaine responded with a chuckle.

"If you can muster the strength to grab it, there's a pack of paper towels on that shelf over there," he said, pointing somewhere on the other side of the tiny room with a heavy hand.

"Not… yet."

"That's what I thought," Blaine said smugly as he moved closer to Kurt on the floor.

Kurt closed his eyes because he suddenly felt very tired. Going to a party now was probably the last thing he wanted to do. He wanted to sleep... but he wouldn't mind a replay of the last five minutes either. Blaine was right about that, it had felt amazing. Kurt wasn't really sure what had happened, how they'd ended up on the floor together when he'd needed time away from Blaine. Jumping into sexual situations with him had been the exact opposite of Kurt's plan.

It had been nothing like Kurt had expected. He thought about it many times, always assuming that he would be nervous and embarrassed the first time he did anything sexually, but he realized that he hadn't been nervous at all. He thought he would've been if he'd been naked, though. But he wasn't naked, and he wasn't nervous. He'd just followed his instincts and done what felt good. Besides, seeing Blaine – someone with plenty of experience –fall apart because of�him�had been extraordinary.

Kurt snapped his eyes open as a thought hit him.�Oh god. Was he even a virgin anymore?

He wasn't sure.

"Stop thinking so much, it's exhausting to watch," Blaine said from the floor beside him.

Kurt turned his head to look at Blaine, who he realized had been watching him all along.

"Sorry," Kurt mumbled with a small smile, "I'm just… not really sure what just happened."

"Well, some people would call it sex, others would call it an act performed by two people involving a satisfactory and highly pleasurable mating ritual."

"Shut up," Kurt said with a chuckle.

Blaine smiled and leaned in and pressed a few short kisses to Kurt's mouth, sighing against his lips. He pulled back slightly, a hand still on Kurt's cheek.

"I don't want to go, but I have to."

Blaine stood up and reached for the paper towels, throwing Kurt a couple, and they cleaned themselves up in silence as best as they could.

Kurt was starting to feel how stupid it had been to do this together with Blaine. Not only was he on his way to a party, but he wouldn't be able to go back to his dorm to change. He just hoped there were no visible stains on his pants.

It was so unlike Kurt to do something so spontaneous. In hindsight, Kurt had no idea what had come over him, it was as if he couldn't control himself or what he was feeling. One second Blaine was just standing there and the next he'd been all Kurt could ever care about. The sudden shift scared him, mostly because he had no idea why it had happened.

"You're doing it again," Kurt heard Blaine say. "But I guess you're allowed to; I'm heading out now."

Kurt got to his feet in a flash. "Take me."

Blaine's eyes darkened.

"God, do you have any idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that?"

Kurt scoffed. "I mean, take me with you. To where you're going."

"Oh," Blaine said dumbly, stiffening,"Sorry, no can do."

"Why not? Where are you going?"

"I'm pretty sure that's none of your business," Blaine said coldly.

"What if I want to make it my business?" Kurt shot back just as icily.

Blaine smirked, placing his hands on Kurt's hips.

"If you ever want to join me for a highly pleasurable mating ritual again…" Blaine said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Kurt huffed out a breath and bit his lip to keep from smiling. He reached up to smoothe the vinyl jacket Blaine was wearing, and as soon as his hand touched Blaine's chest, his fingers tingled with static electricity.

When he looked up into Blaine's eyes, they were wide and dark. His pupils were blown and they were frantically flicking between Kurt's eyes. Kurt looked down at his mouth – those parted, plump red lips – and felt another shot of arousal stir low in his belly. He groaned and buried his face in the crook of Blaine's shoulder. Mouthing and licking along the salty skin, his lips vibrated with small sounds at the sensation.

"I don't know what's happening but I want you so much," Kurt said against Blaine's skin, "So�much."

Blaine moaned at Kurt's words, tightening his grip on Kurt's hips, which only drove Kurt on. He found a particularly delicious part on Blaine's neck to devour, licking turning to sucking turning into nibbling and biting frantically on that spot.

That's when he felt a hand thread into his hair and tug hard. Kurt let himself be pulled off, surprised more than anything.

"As I said, I have to go," Blaine reminded him, his face unreadable, "But hold that thought, will you?"

Without so much as a parting kiss, Blaine left the closet. When Kurt followed him into the hallway a second later, Blaine was already gone.

000

Kurt heard a faint murmur of sound coming from around the corner, and before he knew it, he was standing outside room 668. He knocked a couple of times, the hard wood of the door hurting his knuckles slightly. He was just starting to wonder if Nick had given him the right room number when he heard a muffled cheer from inside the room. When he leaned closer, putting his ear up against the door, he heard faint music and people talking.

Oh yes,�definitely�the right room.

He knocked again and waited. When no one answered, he lightly pressed down the door handle. The door was unlocked, and as soon as he opened the door, a pair of hands grabbed his shirt and pulled him inside, quickly shutting the door behind him.

Kurt ended up face to face with Cade.

"Hey, Kurt!" Cade called, the cause of his cheerful mood betrayed by the strong smell of alcohol on his breath, "Long time no see!"

Kurt raised his eyebrows and smiled politely.

"Totally," he said.

Come to think of it, it had been awhile since they'd seen each other, apart from fleeting run-ins in the hallways between classes.

To be fair, it was mostly Kurt's fault. He'd been so busy with homework during the last couple of weeks, trying to adjust to the higher academic requirements, that he hadn't been able to focus on much else.

The only people he had seen outside of classes were Nick and Jeff, once Nick had gotten better. They always had lunch together since they apparently shared a lot of classes, and Kurt had really grown fond of the odd, but cute, couple. Sometimes Kurt did feel a little left out, but that was only because Nick and Jeff had been best friends for like�forever,�and it showed. They were really nice though, and Kurt was sure he would've lost his mind long ago if it hadn't been for all the cramming sessions he'd had with Jeff.

Kurt talked a bit with Cade, asking what he'd been up to while refusing a drink, which apparently went unheard because Cade handed him one anyway.

Kurt had just taken his first sip and thinking that it wasn't too bad, almost like soda, when he heard a couple of guys cheer loudly. Kurt turned to see a small group doing shots. Sebastian was one of them, and he was the only person among them whose name Kurt knew, although he recognized two other faces.

Half an hour later, the loudspeakers connected to someone's laptop were blaring loudly with the latest radio hits, and Kurt could feel the bass thumping through his whole body. He was sipping his drink, wondering if it was the second or third that Cade had handed him, when an Asian guy sat down next to him on the couch.

Well, sat was a very nice description of how the guy stumbled and collapsed onto the cushions.

"I'm Wes Montgomery," the guy said and grinned.

Despite being drunk, his manners didn't falter as he extended his hand.

"Kurt Hummel," Kurt said, shaking his hand at a weird angle.

"So, Kurt..." Wes said, voice slurring a little, "Kurt, Kurt, Kurt... Do you sing?"

"I do," Kurt said, trying not to laugh at the guy.

"Great," he said, dragging himself up from the couch with some difficulty.

He stumbled away toward a couple of guys across the room.

Kurt sighed, looking down at his drink. His whole body was buzzing comfortably, but he couldn't help but feel alone.

He got up from the couch and got a refill, knowing that it was a bad idea but desperately wanting something to help him relax and be social.

As soon as his glass was full, he turned and scanned the room. It didn't take long to spot Sebastian in the middle of the room, doing something Kurt was sure was supposed to be dancing but didn't look anything like it. There was too much stumbling involved.

Watching him, Kurt was pretty sure that Sebastian was drunk out of his mind. Holding back a smile, Kurt decided to use the opportunity to his advantage.

"Sebastian, hey!" Kurt called as he made his way to him.

"Kuuuurt," Sebastian laughed and threw an arm over Kurt's shoulders, "Dance with me."

"Wow, you're drunker than I thought."

"What was that?" Sebastian mumbled, taking a swig of his glass and realizing that it was empty.

"Where did my drink go? Did you see it leave?"

He pointed a wobbly finger at Kurt accusingly.

"Okay drunktard, let's sit for a bit," Kurt said, moving them toward the side of the room.

After listening to Sebastian slur for a few minutes, Kurt decided he'd had enough. He dug his hand into his pants pocket and closed his fingers around the wooden coin. He held it up before Sebastian's eyes and watched as Sebastian grew silent and sober in a matter of seconds.

"How did this end up with me?" Kurt asked warily.

"I'm sure you didn't accidentally drop it into my pants. You may be a lacrosse player but your�accidental�aim is nowhere near that good."

Sebastian clicked his tongue a couple of times and narrowed his eyes.

"So what?"

Kurt tensed his jaw. "So stop with the secrets for once and tell me why you put this on me!"

Sebastian's only response was to look away. Kurt could feel something building in his chest. It wasn't just annoyance or irritation anymore, it was anger and�rage. He was so tired of everyone always victimizing him, pitying him. First it was the bullying, and now this.

Kurt was practically fuming as he threw the coin at Sebastian , who recoiled in genuine surprise, and got up, feeling more than ready to leave the party. However, he'd barely gotten to the door when a hand grabbed his arm.

"Kurt, are you leaving already?" Wes asked with a pout.

"Yeah, I suddenly got really tired," Kurt lied.

"But I just signed us up for karaoke."

Grimacing, Kurt hoped that Wes would forgive him in the morning, or better yet, not remember a thing.

"I'm really sorry, maybe next time."

"You said you liked to sing, so I thought-" Wes paused, biting on the inside of his cheek.

"Will you come by one of our Warbler practices? We have open auditions every Friday. I think you'd fit in."

Kurt smiled at Wes' kindness, even though it was a bit strange.

"You haven't even heard me sing. For all you know, I could suck," Kurt reminded him.

Wes was shaking his head before Kurt had even finished his sentence.

"You can say whatever you want, but I have a feeling about you, Kurt Hummel."

"And what kind of feeling is that?" Kurt asked in amusement, feeling his anger ebb away with every second spent in Wes' company.

"That you're special."

Kurt's smile faded in astonishment, but he didn't have time to say anything before Wes patted his arm and took off with a slurred 'take care'.

Even though he wasn't nearly as upset anymore, Kurt still felt ready to leave the party. He headed for the door again, this time in a brighter mood. He didn't even get annoyed when a couple of guys completely blocked his way and wouldn't move, talking too loudly to each other to hear Kurt.

Kurt reached up and tapped one of the guys' shoulders hard. The guy's laughter quieted and he turned. He was kind of tall, so when he turned, Kurt's eyes were level with the guy's neck.

Kurt's blood ran cold as he saw two small holes pierced in the thin skin of the guy's throat, separated by about an inch. The wounds looked new, like they'd been there less than a couple of days.

The guy stared down at Kurt, eyebrow raised and a drink in his hand.

"Did you want something?"