“Lesson One,” Kurt whispers, “You should always admire the person you’re about to be with, it’s a give and take,” he continues, leaning down and pressing their still-clothed bodies flush together.

Oh right.

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It started with a fight, well kind of. Kurt had broken up with his latest tease of the week/month/day and was in tears. The guy hadn’t even broken up with Kurt, he’d dumped the guy for not giving good enough blowjobs or something.

“Why do you even care about my love life? What’s got you so hot and bothered that you get mad at me for getting laid?”

And so he snapped. But not in the good way where he admitted his long-repressed feelings and jumped into his best friend and now-lovers arms. No, he decided to yell a completely different (and possibly much better and the long run now that he thinks of it) phrase.

“At least you’re not going into college a virgin!” He doesn’t know why he said it. It was a partial truth, but in context of the situation it was a total lie. He was mad because he wanted Kurt, not some stupid douchebag who would fuck his best friend then leave in a week. But of course Kurt has no clue this was the case. He was clueless and blissful as ever.

“Wait what? That’s what this is all about?” Kurt looked sympathetic now, but something wicked was glowing in his eyes.

“It’s just, well you’re going to be in New York-“

“And you’ll be an hour away at Yale. The Yale Blaine. Come on that can’t be what this is about.” But it was. Blaine sighed, trying for a different approach.

“It’s just, going into college, knowing basically nothing about what sex is really like, not having any experience. It’s going to suck and I don’t want my first time to be in some shoddy club bathroom with “Love Game” playing in the background, drunk out of my mind, with a guy I’ll never see again. I don’t want that.” He admitted, it felt good to get it off his chest.

“You want your first time to be with someone you trust,” Kurt concluded, nodding.

“Yes, thank you for understanding,” Blaine amended, grateful his best friend understood him.

“This is perfect,” he said smiling, that wicked glint back in his eyes.

“What’s perfect?” Blaine asked, confused at uniformed boy in front of him, standing abruptly.

“Me! Blaine that’s it! You can have sex with me,”

“What?” Blaine croaked out, mouth gone bone dry, heart dropping into his stomach.

“Who else would be a better person to lose your virginity to than your best friend? Plus let’s be real here I doubt there’s anything I haven’t done I can teach you! I can be your ‘mentour’” he said the last word with a fake French accent.

“It’s just mentor Kurt, and uh…wouldn’t that be a little, um..weird? You know, best friends, seeing each other naked, doing uh-stuff. That doesn’t seem weird to you?”

“Of course not! I’m hot, you’re hot. We’re best friends, you want to lose your virginity, I know basically everything about sex, it’s perfect.”

“Yeah,” Blaine said weakly.

“Perfect.” Kurt amended, smiling devilishly.

What had he gotten himself into?