When we were eighteen, we finally graduated from Dalton. It was a joyous event, lemonade, honey cakes and even dark chocolate were served. I didn’t much fancy those treats as much as I appreciated the freedom that the graduation symbolized. Sadly with the thought of graduation, also came the knowledge that our donations would start soon.

Our time was indeed numbered, year to year, by genetic disposition we would slowly be chosen to complete.

Sebastian, Blaine, and I were transferred to a small farm house called the ‘cottages’. By now I don’t think anyone would question their fate. Well I thought so anyways.

The cottages were beautiful, rainy mild weather, the scent of sweet flowers and sharp pine filling the woodsy house. We each got our own room too, an added bonus. I had never had such privacy in my entire life, I was overwhelmed to say the least.

The three of us were not the only dwellers inside the cottages either, there were donors from the McKinley house too, a much less orderly school but the two girls were nice enough. I mostly stayed away from the others who weren’t Seb or Blaine.

My room in the medium sized log cabin was possibly the smallest, I didn’t much care for arguing against Seb in such petty matters. Blaine offered his room to me, since it was almost as big as Sebastian’s and that he’d never use it anyways. I declined still, maybe it was in hopes that it would become our room one day, foolish thoughts in na�ve minds.

Sebastian and Blaine had been attached by the hip (and lips, and other body parts) since I first saw them kissing that day at Dalton. They were going strong, maybe even soul mates as the lore once said. Well I doubted that to be true, but that didn’t mean the others or themselves thought any different.

See, Blaine may have been fucking Sebastian, kissing him, and whispering sweet nothings into his ear, as he tried to imitate the motions on the television, but Blaine was mine, he always had been. And till our completion he always would be. Although it is not good to covet I have learned, with Blaine Anderson I couldn’t help myself.

There was a nice barn out in the middle of the woods. I often went there on my walks for privacy and sanctity.

One time Blaine followed me there though, and everythin changed.

It was a Wednesday, and I had found some magazines in the trash.

Porno magazines, I don’t know where they were from but the naked bodies showed to be of use for pleasure and to release hidden self hatred and guilt repressed in one’s mind.

I brought the magazines with me to the barn.

I sat on the strong hay, the scent of pine and soil in the chilly autumn air. I started to flip through them, looking quickly at each one when I heard footsteps.

“That’s not how you look at them” Blaine said, in a teasing manner. He walked around, wrapping his strong arms around my thin waist and leant down to whisper into my ear,

“you have to go slow” he said, running his index finger down my neck, pulling at the fabric nearing my shoulder.

“to really enjoy it, you have to go slow, think about each one, imagine yourself with them, doing those things to you” his lips were caressing my ear and cheek with slow almost-kisses. It was the most sensual thing I had ever experienced.

“I’m not looking at them for that Blaine” I giggled as he breathed hotly onto a sensitive part of my neck, I wriggled away from him but he kept me close, still holding me firmly from behind.

“I know,” he replied, simply and perfectly as he slid around my body, connecting himself with me, looking into my eyes as he slowly brought his lips to mine.

I didn’t know what to expect, as his face got so close to mine, his arms no longer on my waist, but still holding me, one hand cupping my cheek, the other slowly rubbing flat palmed circles across my back.

As his face got close, I breathed in for a second in shock and then it happened; soft lips, connected with mine. His were much thinner than mine, stronger, drier possibly. It was only the pressing together of lips, it could barely constitute a kiss. Maybe three or four seconds later he separated, just barely from me and smiled

It’s always been you Kurt, always.

The shock from those words rendered my brain practically unconscious for I couldn’t remember much after those words, the next thing I knew it I was being pinned down onto the hay, shirt off with warm, strong hands running up and down my waist, feeling every inch of sweat drenched skin.

Somewhere in my head I knew this was wrong, I knew it wasn’t fair to Sebastian but I didn’t give one flying fuck in that moment when Blaine’s lips connected with a particularly sensitive spot on my neck and bit down.

Clothes everywhere, hands feeling places I had never even imagined being touched before. Soon we were only in our underwear, his black and tight against his straining erection, mine white and probably boyish, unsuitable apparel for one’s first time for sure. Thankfully Blaine wasn’t concentrated on my underwear as much as he was taking them off. Asking permission in breathless sighs, looks, and nods.

Soon we were both flush naked together, his dark skin melting like caramel with my creamy white complexion.

He produced a bottle of lube from the pocket of his absent jeans, a silent question in the air. This may have been the only way I could have Blaine, ever. So I took it.

Cold liquid was being spread across my hole as Blaine pushed his first finger in, I had never done this to myself, even if I had it would have been different, his fingers were much more thick and calloused opposed to my nimble, piano fingers.

One finger inside me felt like so much at that time, I remember spreading my legs, to allow more room, anything, more all I wanted was more.

Blaine tried to be gentle, I know, but two fingers was a lot. Three, the lube being reapplied with each finger, Blaine sliding slowly in and out of me, occasionally brushing against my prostate, making my head fall back in pleasure, and my legs again splay out, as if on instinct to allow him better access.

Blaine murmured acknowledgments as he continued, little ‘you’re doing so good baby’ s and ‘yes, fuck Kurt, so beautiful’ s

All too soon he took his fingers out and replaced them with his cock, heavy and hot against me as he slowly pushed in.

It was like nothing I had ever felt before, my thighs were shaking trying to accommodate along with my inner walls begging for relief from the intrusion. I do remember pain, of course there is always pain. Searing from my veins to my muscles, clenching around the heat, feeling the weight of having something so perfect inside me.

I was on my back, lying in the hay when Blaine Anderson took my virginity.

Legs hooked around his waist, head thrown back in pleasure, high pitched moans involuntarily leaving my throat as Blaine pushed all the way in, flush against me he stayed there, nose brushing against mine, lips still and breath hot against me.

After some time he gave an experimental thrust, not too hard, but not nearly as gentle as I could have wished considering.

It was obvious in his practice that Blaine had done this many times before, his quickening pace thrusting into me at an unforgiving rate, fingers trailing teasingly up my cock, not enough to make me come, but enough to make me want more.

It always seemed I just wanted more, even when it hurt and I felt as if I would die if I had to take anymore I just wanted more, everything all at once.

And he gave that to me.

Legs spread wide, hands pinned above my head and body taking more than what I ever thought possible, I could tell by the quickening of his pace that he was close, he brought his hand, firmly this time to my cock to jerk it quickly along with his thrusts.

I felt the heat and pleasure coiling in my lower abdomen as he hit my prostate once more I came with a loud cry ribbons of white coming between the two of us, him still thrusting inside my spent body until finally he stilled. My body lucid and calm, he mainly took until I felt the hot rush of warm liquid inside me, Blaine filling me even more than before. He collapsed on top of me, still inside as we fell asleep with a mixture of hay and sex all around us. Sweet promises of ever lasting love and murmurs of compliments and pleasure between the both of us until sleep finally took over our bodies as we fell once more, but now together into the night.