Chapter Five

“Seriously Rachel, a blind date? Come on. Do I look that desperate to you?” Kurt whined.

“You just said you wanted to date more!” Rachel pointed out.

It was true that Kurt had uttered those very words but if hed known that Rachel was about to suggest a date with a suitor of her choosing, he wouldnt have bothered. All Kurt wanted when hed said that was to receive a little encouragement from his adoptive sister, not for her to nose her way into his private life. His family never stopped asking questions about his romantic life and thanks to the facts he was nearing thirty and Rachel got married two years ago, they had actually increased.

“I was sort of hoping Id meet my future boyfriend by chance, like on a stairway for instance,” Kurt said, half joking.

“Sometimes love doesnt fall into your lap so easily, Kurt,” Rachel tutted.

“It did for you, Little Miss I-married-my-high-school-sweetheart,” Kurt sassed.

Rachel rolled her eyes. “Finn and I had our share of drama and breakups... but Im not about to feel guilty!”

Kurts days of feeling bitter over how annoying heterosexual couples could be were long over with, so he let the issue drop. “Sorry, Im just not too sold about getting set up on a blind date all of a sudden,” he admitted.

“Dont you trust my ability to pick out a quality guy for you? Because I didnt just find someone on the street. He went through a rigorous screening process and I can hardly believe how well he came out. Kurt, hes perfect for you!” Rachel gushed.

If Rachels excitement over the prospect was any indicator, then maybe Kurt should just go for it. What did he really have to lose anyway? “Whats his name and how do you know him?” Kurt asked.

“Its Blaine and hes a friend Tinas, whos of a co-worker of mine. He escorted her to the studio two days ago,” Rachel answered.

“Escorted? What is he some sort of fairy tale prince?” Kurt muttered. It would explain why Rachel had been won over in only two days.

“Better! Hes a romantic, Kurt, and a very handsome one at that.”

“I guess it wouldnt hurt, but I still want to hear more about him before I agree to-”

“No, sorry, but not this time, Kurt. I know you and how you love the element of surprise. So Im not going to tell you a word more about Blaine. You will just have to trust my judgement and see for yourself... or else Im sure if I were to go to Flare Id find someone whod want to go on the date in your place. You know, if youre too scared to...” Rachel taunted, albeit playfully.

He had to hand it to Rachel, she knew how correctly to manipulate him into getting her way. But really, there was no point to resisting when Kurt would get to meet a cute boy, who Rachel certainly felt hopeful about. He owed it to himself and Adam and heck, even Rachel herself, to actually try to reach for happiness. Or else the ignorant haters of the world, who thought homosexuality was a horrible sin, would win. Everyone deserved to find love and to be loved in return and Kurt wanted his turn to come. If it didnt then at the very least, Kurt hoped he would get an attractive hook up out of it to add to his small list.

“Alright, Im in... but this guy of yours better be all that you say he is... and more,” Kurt warned.
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Why had Blaine ever thought that maybe Hummel wasnt so controlling? Yet again it hadnt taken much for Blaines first assumptions of the man to be proved correct. Blaine had arrived at the club, coming straight from his day job, to learn gruelling rehearsals were in order before they could perform their new set list. That wasnt so bad because Blaine was actually glad they were given time to work on the numbers beforehand. But he hadnt expected Hummel to nominate himself as their choreographer and the worst thing was he was very good at it. Whether it came to making suggestions about their dance steps or vocal performances, all of it was excellent advice. That didnt mean Blaine enjoyed being constantly yelled at, as if he were an exotic dancer for hire.

“No! No way! This is where I draw the line! Im not doing that dance move! It's way too… too...” Blaine struggled as he racked his brain for a word. “Cheap!” he protested, throwing his hands up in the air.

Kurt cut the music, and with a smirk he crossed his hands over his chest. “Whats wrong? Afraid of a little sex appeal? Youre performing in a gay club, not a church event. Sex sells. Take a look at Sam over here...” he said, gesturing to the blond who was effortlessly pulling off the provocative hip movement like a skilled stripper. “Hes not having any trouble,” Kurt added.

“If I wanted to I could do it just as well, but I refuse to go there...” Blaine sputtered off.

“And why not?” Kurt demanded.

“Because Im not for sale!” Blaine shouted back.

Same gaped in surprise. He stood frozen still as he watched Kurts shocked expression change to barely controlled rage.

Kurt quickly collected himself and fought to keep his anger under control, or at least until there were no spectators around. “Sam, would you please take a break so Oates and I can talk... alone,” requested.

Sam bolted for the door, happy to be dismissed and as soon as he was gone Kurt stepped right up to Oates, staring down at him. Kurt doubted Oates had intentionally thrown his words of anger to hurt him, but the accusation still stung. None of Kurts sexual experiences had been done for money but he did regret a number of them. It had taken Kurt a long time to learn to value himself and it hadnt clicked in until hed met Adam.

“I never sold my body for sex,” Kurt said coldly.

Blaine might have felt guilty, except that Kurt was twisting his words to put him in a bad light again. “I never said you did! Dont put words in my mouth,” he snapped.

“It sure sounded like that, so maybe next time be more careful with how you word things.”

“As long as you try not to jump to conclusions all the time.”

They were getting nowhere and even without anyone to bring that fact to their attention, Blaine and Kurt knew it already. The way things were going, pretty soon their mutual dislike of one another would affect their work performance, which was something neither man could afford.

Kurt never liked to force anyone to do anything, whether they were right or in this instance, very stubbornly wrong. “Fine, dont do the dance move, well leave it to Sam to bring on the smoulder. Just dont feel bad if hes the one who gets all the offers at the end of the night. Too bad hes on the wrong team,” Kurt warned.

“You know hes straight?” Blaine asked in surprise.

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Of course I know, Stephan told me right away. Its my business to know everything that goes on in this place. While its your job to entertain the men who come here -- with music alone... at least when youre on the clock.”

“Do you always need to make everything be about sex?” Blaine said with a tired sigh.

“Dont most gay men do that already?” Kurt countered.

“Yes and youre only helping support the stereotype, I bet half the stuff you go on about is wildly inaccurate anyway.”

“What have you heard? I think its time I set the record straight,” Kurt remarked as he was getting sick of the whole thing.

Only Blaine wasnt about to play any of Hummels games, or trust what he said would be the truth. “If its all the same, Id much better get back to rehearsing, since its my job,” he said.

“Fine with me, only I have better things to do than stand here and listen to you bitch and whine about my suggestions...”

“More like orders you mean,” Blaine interrupted, unable to hold back the snarky remark.

What Kurt needed to do was go pick out his outfit for his blind date, which was set up to happen that Friday night. Maybe the best part about agreeing to the date was Kurt would have something to distract him from Oates and his lip. His patience long gone, Kurt gave Oates one final glare before storming off, passing Sam as he went, and he ignored him as well. “Do I ever need to meet a quality guy for once,” Kurt grumbled to himself as he went.
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For the first time in three years Blaine found himself on a date, and a blind one at that. Needless to say he was a bundle of nerves and he had no idea how calm down. Maybe that was because the last time he was in this situation hed ended up dating a cheating cad for thirty trying months. It certainly wasnt because Blaine thought his date would turn out to be a dud, despite how little he knew about Kurt. The girls had said that Kurt was a romantic and someone looking for something more than a one night stand. Considering Blaine had gone through the wringer to meet Rachels approval, this Kurt almost sounded too good to be true. So even with the risk of Rachel over-selling, Blaine was very anxious to meet him, hence his growing nerves.

Just this once Blaine wanted to meet someone he could connect to, who was on the same team and wanted the same things he did.

“Calm down Blaine, its only a date... remember how good you are at those,” he whispered to himself.

The restaurant where the blind date would take place was the first pleasant surprise. It offered French cuisine at a more affordable price and the dishes that passed Blaine sure looked appetizing. Apparently Kurt had chosen the place, so that was another plus for him.

At least Blaine knew what to keep an eye out for when it came to recognizing his date for the evening, even when he hadnt seen a single photo of him. Thanks to the ingenuity of Tina and Rachel, the solution had come rather easily. Make it bright. To recognize one another, both men had agreed to dress in bold colours. Blaine had opted to go with a canary yellow suit jacket and matching pants. Underneath the jacket was a navy sweater-vest and finally Blaine topped the outfit off with a striped bow-tie. His hair held a bit more product than usual but not so much to totally slick down his wavy curls, which both Tina and Rachel assured looked good.

Blaine crossed his ankles as he twiddled his thumbs at his table, waiting. Kurt was due to arrive at any minute and Blaine could hardly wait. He was looking for a tall brunette dressed in teal and purple, which shouldnt be hard for him to miss. Still, at the rate Blaine was going, if Kurt didnt show up soon hed never survive long enough to actually meet him.

Blaine's keen eyes caught a hint of teal at the entrance of the restaurant and he held his breath in anticipation. Since the establishment was quite busy he couldnt see the mans face through the sea of people. Blaine rose up from his seat, only to sit back down, because he didnt want to come off as too eager.

His eyes never left the figure, whose back was currently turned, showing off a pair of broad shoulders. Turn around, he silently urged. As if by magic or from some connection that had already started to form, the man in question finally complied.

Blaines mouth hung open from what he saw, only his startled state wasnt because hed suddenly laid eyes on his soulmate.

“Why? Why is it always him?” Blaine cried out in dismay.

For some unknown reason, Blaines luck when it came to serendipity was hardly idealistic, because Blaine knew that face. It was Hummel. Kurt Hummel, he corrected, the last person he wanted to see dressed in a suit of that colour. But there was no denying it, not when his dress shirt was a striking purple as well.

“Oh god, theres really no escaping him,” Blaine groaned.

At first he thought he could change his fate and make a hasty retreat to avoid the whole mess but it was already too late, because Kurt had spotted him.

With nowhere to go, Blaine held his ground and watched as Hummel slowly made his way over to their reserved table, scowling all the way.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Hummel said in a curt voice, with arms crossed.

Blaine for one hardly felt like laughing, even if it would help release the rising tension growing between them. There were so many ways Blaine could respond to the comment, none of which were very cordial. “I was about to say the same thing,” he chimed.

Kurts eyes narrowed; how was this even possible? “Youre Blaine?” he accused, still hardly believing it could be true.

“Blaine Anderson to be exact,” Blaine corrected.

Kurt pinched the sides of his sinus. How could he have let this even happen? Where had be gone wrong? “This is a nightmare...” he groaned.

“One we could have avoided if you hadnt been so stubborn about learning my real name,” Blaine pointed out.

Right when Blaine thought that Kurt was about to deny their disaster of a date was even happening, Kurt slumped down in the chair opposite to Blaine. At first Kurt resisted eye contact with Blaine altogether and when he could ignore him no longer, he let out an exasperated sigh.

If there was one thing Blaine hated it was being ignored and he wasnt about to be treated in such a way, not even from the likes of Kurt Hummel. “Why are you still here?” Blaine questioned.

Kurt glared at Blaine. “Im not leaving until I drink liquor to deal with this disaster of a blind date,” he grumbled and snapped his fingers to catch a nearby waiter's attention. “Ill have a vodka on the rocks and make it a double, if you please.”

“Ill have the same, thanks,” Blaine spoke up, unwilling to back down and admit such a strong drink wasnt his normal order.

The wait for their drink orders to arrive was spent in seething silence, until Blaine could no longer take Kurts judgemental stares.

“What?” Blaine finally asked.

Kurt made no attempt to soften his hardened gaze and he kept glaring at Blaine with narrowed eyes. “Im trying to figure out how you won over Rachel so easily. I normally would never doubt her judgement of character but somehow you slipped past her defences,” he muttered suspiciously.

“Maybe Im not the man you think I am. Have you ever thought of that?” Blaine remarked begrudgingly.

He had in fact but Kurt was in too snarky a mood to admit that to Blaine, or to himself for that matter. “The same could be said for you, or why else would you even agree to the date?” Kurt countered.

“I wanted to meet a nice guy, so imagine my surprise when he turned out to be you instead,” Blaine threw back.

They kept antagonizing one another with their eyes as they slowly reached for the drinks. Kurt was the first to take a long drink, never breaking eye contact when the strong liquor burned down his throat. Blaine did his best to keep up an impressive poker face but failed as he started to choke and cough as soon as the vodka went down.

Kurt shook his head at Blaines pathetic state. “Youre such a lightweight,” he teased.

Only once Blaine got his breathing under control did he bother to reply to the taunt. “Well who the fuck drinks vodka straight?” he wheezed.

“Its my go-to drink when I want to get drunk fast,” Kurt tutted.

Blaines next attempt to drink was far better than his first, though of course Kurt didnt bother to comment this time. “You know what has me the most surprised?” Blaine began, unsure where he was going, but he didnt stop himself. When Kurt didnt tell him to shut up he took that as a blessing to continue. “That Rachel told me youre a romantic,” he admitted.

Little did Blaine know that when it came to the matters of the heart, Kurts passion held no bounds and unlike when he was at the club, he felt no urge to keep his true feelings hidden. “Is it that much of a surprise to you? How even I would want to fall in love and spend the rest of my life with someone?”

Blaine blinked in surprise; this was a whole new side of Kurt he had never seen before. “I just said it was,” he reminded Kurt.

Kurt let out a tired sigh but for once Blaine was not at fault. “I suppose I deserve it... at least when it comes to how I act at the club. But what you need to realize is, thats all it is, an act. You might think ill of me to act so differently at Flare but you have no idea what it takes to keep ahead of the game there.”

“Youre acting like youre running the gauntlet instead of managing a gay club,” Blaine said.

“Oh in many ways I am, but dont get me wrong. I love my job and I wouldnt still be around if I didnt enjoy the environment. There are still so few places where gay men can find acceptance so easily, where for one night fear isnt lurking behind every corner.”

“Im not disputing that and I honestly think Flare is unique in that aspect. I havent been to many gay clubs but that doesnt mean I cant tell how it's different from the rest,” Blaine admitted.

Kurt took a pause to down a few more gulps of his drink as his hardened gaze softened ever so slightly. Was Blaine managing to charm his way past Kurts barriers? No, it had to be the boozes doing.

“So you are a real romantic then? Thats not just a disguise to exploit as well?” Blaine challenged.

“Yes, why is that so hard for you to believe?” Kurt demanded.

Right now Blaine couldnt remember a single thing that he could give as a valid answer. Blaine swigged back more vodka, allowing the intensity to shock his system a bit. “I honestly have no idea... and maybe that should be a sign that our ongoing feud is wearing thin,” Blaine said.

While Kurt was never one to shy away from change he still stiffened at the idea, mainly because he had no idea what Blaine was trying to say. “What do you suggest we do instead?”

“I came here today to meet someone I thought shared many of the same values as me. Who was looking for something long term. To my surprise, one I never would have wished upon myself, that guy turned out to be you. It seems to me that were paying the price for acting so stubbornly resistant to one another.”

Kurts face scrunched up in annoyance. “Youre hardly putting yourself in a good light right now,” he admitted.

“Let me help reconcile that then,” Blaine said as he caught their waiter's attention and ordered them another round of drinks.

During the wait Blaine was finally able to fully appreciate just how well Kurt knew how to dress. His teal suit had a detailed embossed pattern across it, which almost shone when it hit the light. Pinned upon the left breast pocket of the jacket was a vintage silver heart pin, an attention to detail that didnt pull too much focus from the overall look. The front of Kurts rich purple dress shirt was left bare, with no tie or any sort of garnish and again, it worked flawlessly. If this truly was the first time Blaine and Kurt had met, Blaine would have found him entrancing, to say the very least.

“How is it that weve come to here?” Kurt asked, breaking the looming silence.

“I guess we dont really know each other at all,” Blaine offered.

His first drink done and his second well underway, Kurt managed to smile at Blaine playfully. “I guess it wouldnt hurt to try to,” he said.

Blaine perked up at the idea. In his semi-tipsy state it was easy for him to pretend that Hummel and Kurt werent even the same person. “How about this? Lets act like we havent met before now. That were just two hopeful romantics going on a blind date set up by their friends?” he coaxed.

“Im afraid its a little too late for that,” Kurt said.

The instant shut-down caught Blaine fully off guard and he frowned at Kurt. “Why?” he asked. Blaine couldnt think of a single thing hed done that night that was even remotely offensive.

Kurts expression was still oddly playful as he held up his nearly empty glass and waved it in front of Blaine, clinking the ice cubes together. “Ive had half a drink too many for me to go on a legitimate date right now. Im afraid if I were to try... all Id end up doing is pulling that bowtie of yours off with my teeth,” he explained.

Without any warning the mental image popped into his brain and Blaine hardly knew what to say in response. “Are you saying you what I think youre saying?” he stammered.

“I think its high time we both admit how we at least find each other sexually attractive. We kept checking each other out at the aerobics class, or rather, since day one really,” Kurt said.

Drunk Kurt sure was different to the Hummel Blaine had come to dislike so much but he wasnt sure which one he actually preferred. “Im not about to deny that. I totally get why so many guys are willing to try their luck with you at the club,” he confessed.

Kurts eyes twinkled; flattery when he was this liquored up could get him everywhere and then some. “If youre trying to seduce me youre not doing so well,” he taunted.

No amount of vodka could fully wipe the cocky air that followed Kurt wherever he went and Blaines sassy side was back. “Hah, I bet youre not even that good of a lay,” he threw back.

On an impulsive whim, Kurt chose to let out his wild side, which was to blame for most of the wild gossip circulating around the club for the past decade. Like a predator sizing up his prey, Kurt pushed out his chair and glided over towards Blaine, radiating so much sexual energy that everyone around their table felt it, Blaine most of all.

When the normally dapper young man found himself staring into the most alluring pair of blue eyes, Blaine couldnt look away. Nor could he stop his gaze from moving towards Kurts equally tempting mouth and then, in the blink of an eye there was suddenly no space between their lustful faces anymore.

Blaine had actually made the first move but only seconds before Kurt had intended to go for it and the end result, well it was certainly a pleasant surprise. They locked lips aggressively, barely controlling the passion surging between them. Kurt kissed Blaine back, grabbing onto his shoulder and the younger man melted into his embrace.

They were too preoccupied to hear the shocked gasps erupting throughout the restaurant, many of which were made in outrage. Such extreme reactions showed how two men kissing in broad daylight and for all to see was completely unheard of.

Blaine and Kurt were still oblivious to the reactions that their public display of affection brought on. That is, until their bold and unwise gesture made the ma�tre d' storm over to actually pull the two apart before they could go back for more.

“Gentleman, you need to leave,” he said firmly.

Kurt was the first to recover and cast the man a polite but strictly impersonal glance in acknowledgement. He now saw his error in judgement, not in kissing Blaine or letting passion take over because the kiss between them had been too amazing to regret on any level. But Kurt knew better than to conduct that sort of behaviour in a place like this. The fact that they werent being physically thrown out on the street was the only reason he was willing to comply to their request.

Blaine, who had never done anything like this before, merely nodded when Kurt looked his way. Seeing how they hadnt even ordered their dinner yet, he was fine to leave and escape the judgemental eyes upon them.

Kurt threw some twenty dollar bills onto the table and in one final act of defiance, took hold of Blaines hand and led him out of the building.

Outside but not out of the fire yet, Blaine let out an awkward laugh. “Well that was a first,” he said.

“Which one? Kissing a guy in an open restaurant or getting kicked out of one?” Kurt asked.

“Both,” Blaine admitted.

Kurt wished he could say the same thing about the kissing a guy in a restaurant part, but a pizza place on Alphabet city hardly counted. “Wanna keep doing crazy things tonight?” he urged, his voice low and seductive.

When Kurt spoke in his lower register, his usually shrill voice did things to Blaine that made his whole body tingle, and one area in particular most of all. “How crazy are we talking here?” he questioned.

Kurt urged Blaine to start walking down the street, figuring if they remained on the go theyd bring less attention to themselves. “Come home with me,” he whispered in Blaines ear.

No matter how much Blaine wanted to, accepting Kurts offer was beyond crazy but he wasnt about to listen to reason right now. So Blaine forgot how until that evening he would have never thought hed find himself so ready to go and sleep with Hard-Ball-Hummel. He forgot that they were more than new acquaintances and that Kurt was one of his bosses. He even managed to push any possible consequences aside, because he wanted it to happen that badly.

The decision made Blaine shot forward to the edge of the street with Kurt in tow. “Taxi!” Blaine yelled out with barely contained urgency.
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“You live in Chelsea, why am I not surprised,” Blaine teased as he found himself pushed through a now open apartment door.

“Well I wasnt about to do this at your place, not with who your roommate is,” Kurt growled.

Kurt had a point, knowing Hunter hed either become an epic cock-block or try to convince them both to have a threesome. Blaine felt in no mood to share Kurt, especially with the likes of him.

“Good thing Im not here to look at your fancy apartment then. This is nothing more than a booty call,” Blaine said lustfully.

“You sure know how to woo a guy,” Kurt flirted back as he kissed Blaines lips again.

The whole journey from the restaurant to Kurts front door had been full of stolen and anxious kisses whenever they were alone. Blaine and Kurt had made out in the back seat of the taxi, but considering the large tip theyd let with the cab driver, they hardly felt guilty.

“I also know how to screw one, for the record,” Blaine announced cheekily.

Kurt rolled his eyes from the corny pun. “Is that your way of telling me youre a top?”

“What? No! Im way more flexible with my sexual preferences. Sos my body, just so you know.”

“Youre a versatile then too? Well that should make things interesting and way more enjoyable than Id hoped.”

Blaine didnt roll his eyes, though he felt tempted to. Banter was all good and fun, especially the snarky type, but whenever they talked for long it tended to overtake everything else. It was time to break away from the usual and experience something new.

While the pair busily made out they hardly noticed how they were shuffling backwards until Blaines rear-end hit the backside of Kurts couch. “Easy there,” Blaine laughed in warning, though he hardly meant it.

Meanwhile Kurt was getting a bit too turned on by Blaines busy hands and was loudly moaning as a result. He could hardly help it, not when Blaine's thigh was rubbing against his dick through his pants. When Kurt had a few vodkas in him then his normal hold on patience was nowhere to be seen. “Shit,” he swore under his breath.

Blaine knew exactly what he was doing and while their coming together in this way showed they were making some peace, he still enjoyed the fact that he could press Kurts buttons so easily. Not that he could talk, the erection he was sporting was equally hard and just as difficult to ignore. Good thing Kurt wasnt a passive partner, and was now clumsily trying to undo Blaines bow-tie.

“What happened to using your teeth?” Blaine teased.

“And possibly ruin a perfectly good fashion accessory, please, you dont know me at all,” Kurt scoffed.

“Yeah and you dont know anything about me either, I thought that was pretty clear by now,” Blaine threw back, though his tone was still playfully flirtatious.

After Kurt managed to successfully undo Blaines tie he went right onto getting Blaine out of his yellow blazer next, pulling it off his shoulders. Once Blaine realized what he was doing, he turned around so Kurt could fully remove it. Not one to take a back seat, not even during sex, Blaine turned the tables and quickly took off Kurts next. Their jackets were thrown over the back of the couch and quickly abandoned so they could make out some more.

Soon their dress shirts were taken off as well and those didnt even make it to the couch and tumbled to the floor. But Kurt no longer cared so much about clothes. What he really wanted to do was remove every single layer still remaining on the both of them.

“Bedroom?” Blaine asked with a groan.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Kurt gasped and that was all the coaxing he needed.

The short trip to Kurts lovely master bedroom was filled with more laughter, in fact right from the moment they had both kissed it had never stopped. Their ability to embrace humour so easily wasnt fully attributed to the vodka they consumed either. Both men were enjoying themselves a great deal and neither felt the need to hide the fact.

“Well here we are, my bedroom,” Kurt announced.

Blaine didnt bother to have a good look around. How could he when Kurt's mouth was far too addictive to abandon? Though when Kurt pulled back so their lips were no longer touching, he finally caught on that Kurt expected to at least make some comment (throw away or otherwise). Considering how hard up Blaine was, he wasnt about to try his luck and ignore the signal. He took a quick look around, not even registering anything in the room before setting his eyes and hands back on Kurt. He locked his arms tight around Kurts waist and pulled in him for the kill, or kiss rather. “So this is where the magic happens huh?” he said when he finally ended the kiss.

“Actually... I spend more time in here watching Dynasty then having dalliances with cute guys,” Kurt admitted with a chuckle.

There was no helping it, Blaine found Kurt in all his humour and sex appeal too hard to resist anymore. He loved how Kurt had actually used the word dalliances and his cute little grin was too adorable for words. Blaine had to have him, even if it was just for the night. “Thats not surprising...” Blaine began, only when he saw Kurts smile drop he suddenly realized what that sounded like. “Wait no, Kurt, sorry! I mean... considering how much you work, like at the club, its understandable! I barely have any time to look after my own personal needs half the time!” Blaine blurted out.

Kurt, who was in a very agreeably loose mood, instantly relaxed and shook his head with affectionate amusement at Blaines flustered state. “Its alright, no harm done,” he assured.

Past occurrences still made Blaine feel unsure if Kurt really meant it, so he tried to think of a way to reconcile just to be sure. First Blaine kissed the side of Kurts mouth softly and then he beamed at him until his sex partner broke into quiet chuckles. Now with the both of them grinning from ear to ear, Blaine pushed up against Kurts body once more. “How about I go down on you? To say Im sorry?” he offered.

Kurt tensed; his cock was sure all for it but then there was the matter of safety. Kurt trusted Blaine sincerity and he was sure he knew how to give good head. But normally whenever Kurt did oral sex with someone new, he always insisted on using protection. Anal sex might be the highest risk when it came to STDs but it wasnt the only one. The trouble was, getting men to use condoms for oral wasnt easy and he didnt know Blaine very well, or at all really and his sexual history was completely unknown.

Blaine might have been semi-drunk but he was still aware enough to notice Kurts anxious state and worry that he was having second thoughts. “Are you not into that?” Blaine asked.

Kurt felt so helpless, but then, he was clean and he was confident Blaine had no cuts inside of his mouth from how deep theyd made out. “No... sorry... Id like that,” he quickly stammered back.

Blaine eyed him reluctantly. “You sure? Because your tense body language is sure sending me a different signal...”

“Im fine, sorry, Im good. Have at it, please,” Kurt urged.

It took Kurt kissing Blaine with such thrilling passion for him to be thoroughly convinced before he was willing to continue. Confident that Kurts reaction wasnt anything to fret over, he dived into setting the right mood between them. Blaine was actually quite proud of the fact that hed overcome his gag reflex to make blow jobs possible. That now meant Blaine was full of saucy confidence as he slid down to rest on his knees in front of Kurts standing figure. First Blaine pulled Kurts pants and underwear down far enough so they wouldnt obstruct the job and then he brought his hand to touch Kurts length. Kurt was so sensitive to Blaines touch that it wasnt long before his boner was back.

As soon as Blaines mouth was on his cock, any lingering regret that Kurt had made the wrong choice was abruptly thrown out the window. Instead he just fully gave into the sensation, holding his sharp tongue and moaned when the inspiration, and the pleasure Blaine caused in him, struck him.

Blaine was none the wiser and fully threw himself into the task, starting out by running his tongue along the side of Kurts shaft. He took the tip of Kurts cock into his mouth, switching between sucking and running his tongue over the head. Then, he pushed forward with his head, allowing Kurts cock to slide down his throat.

“Fuck!” Kurt moaned.

Blaine kept going, though on the inside he was quite proud of his efforts so far and bobbed his head up and down as he worked up a good rhythm.

Kurt struggled to remain still and he couldnt stop himself from running his hands through Blaines curly hair. His fingers lightly grasped Blaines scalp as he got swept up in the pleasure, still moaning lightly as Blaine inched him towards release. “Im so close,” he breathed.

Good thing too because Blaines jaw was starting to feel a little overworked, though he had no intentions to stop before Kurt came. So he kept at it, fully in the zone and focused on making Kurt feel good. Then, finally, Kurts body tensed and right before the moment happened, Blaine pulled his head back and let his hand take over for the final stretch.

Kurt let out a giddy laugh; he felt more relaxed but still quite silly. “Nicely done,” he congratulated.

Blaine snickered, “Way to praise.”

Kurts hands guided Blaines body to rise back up and as soon as he was standing Kurt started to kiss him aggressively. But in his haste to get to the next part hed forgotten how his pants were still around his ankles, causing him to stumbled forward, catching Blaine equally off guard and the result sent them both flying backwards onto the bed. Fortunately they missed the floor and merely laughed at their clumsy tumble.

“Where the fuck did you usual natural grace go?” Blaine teased as he started to undo his belt buckle.

Kurt rolled his eyes, batting away Blaines hands as he took over the task of removing Blaines pants himself. “Same place my inhibitions went whenever I drink, wherever that is,” Kurt said snarkily.

For once Blaine could tell when Kurt was just teasing him so he didnt take offence. Instead he chose to get even. As soon as they were both fully naked Blaine flashed Kurt a mischievous grin and pounced on him. He decorated Kurts chest and stomach with little butterfly kisses, until Kurt got impatient with the tender display and gently nipped his shoulder. Blaine bucked his hips forward, rubbing their cocks together as Kurt went back to Blaines lips.

“Your face tastes awesome,” Blaine suddenly declared.

Kurt snorted, “Youre ridiculous.”

“Mmm, I think you meant to say delicious.”

“Did I? Well, that is certainly true...” Kurt said flirtatiously, pausing so he could share a few more kisses. “... when it comes to your well-shaped behind,” Kurt growled as he gave Blaines ass cheeks a tight squeeze.

Blaine blinked. “Does that mean you want to...” he began, choosing to wiggle his eyebrows provocatively at Kurt.

“Tap it?” Kurt offered.

“Exactly, you can, you know... I think were more than ready for that,” Blaine alluded as he brought his hand down to their erections.

Now came the time where Kurt would really need to bring up the subject of using protection and he hoped Blaine would be open-minded about the idea.

Blaine was growing concerned that hed made a bad call somewhere. “Unless you want to be the bottom. Like I said, I really dont have a preference. I like it both ways. So as long as we get to do both, who starts off doing what hardly matters to me,” Blaine quickly said.

Kurt saw a chance he could use to his advantage how and could kill two birds with one stone. “I actually have a fun way we could decide,” he said.

Blaine cocked his head to the side in puzzlement as he watched Kurt get up from the bed and head over to his dresser. None of the other times hed had sex, whether it was with a boyfriend or a one night stand, had ever been like this. There was no pressure, no fear of not adding up or going the distance when it came to pleasing his partner. If Blaine could only use one word to describe what going to bed with Kurt Hummel was like so far then hed have to go with fun. Who would have thought?

“What, are we gonna flip a coin?” Blaine asked with a laugh.

Kurt turned back around. “Funny you should mention that,” he said, holding up a small square package.

As Kurt returned to the bed and held the item in front of his face, Blaine saw it was a condom and he smirked. Blaine wasnt against using protection, though at the same time there were instances where he hadnt bothered with it. It felt better without, in Blaines honest opinion, but condoms had their uses -- less mess when it came to clean up, for one thing. Blaine took the condom from Kurt and laughed at when he noticed that written, or rather drawn on each side of the package was something in black pen. “Is this...”

“Its a game I created, a way for fellow versatiles like us to make the task of choosing who tops or bottoms during sex a bit more fun. This is heads...” Kurt said, pointing to the side with a crude drawing of an erect cock. “... while this is obviously tails...” Kurt added, pointing to the cartoon drawing of a naked ass. “One of us flips the condom and whichever is face up... well, you get the idea,” Kurt explained.

It was certainly a creative way to decide and Blaine found it rather clever. He nodded, holding the condom between his fingers. “I have another good idea, lets make the odds even more fair. Heads you top, tails you bottom and really its win-win because its not like either result is in anyway a loss,” Blaine suggested.

Kurt laughed, grabbing the sides of Blaines face to kiss him. “I like the way you think, Blaine,” he said seductively.

“Oh wait, what about lube?” Blaine asked because even he knew enough to ask about that.

Luckily for Blaine, Kurt was always prepared when it came to sex and he proved it by bringing out a tube of lubricant from behind him on the bed. “Got that covered too, so theres nothing left but to flip and fuck.”

Blaine couldnt help it, the silly comebacks kept popping up in his head and he couldnt hold it back. “Do you mean I flip you down on the bed or the condom?” he joked.

“Lets start with the condom and see what else could happen,” Kurt responded.

Blaine nodded. He held up the condom and once Kurt gave a silent nod that he was ready Blaine flipped it up in the air.

Blaine caught the condom and placed it palm down on the back of his other hand. When he removed it they both saw the two round half circles drawn there and their first response was to (surprise surprise) break out giggling.

“Looks like youre the fucker then,” Kurt announced.

“You just wanted to call me that!” Blaine accused, though he was far from angry.

“Im just stating a fact. Up to the task?” Kurt egged on.

Hearing Kurts saucy tone was all of the encouragement Blaine needed and he was ready to move on to the next step. The first order of business was to ensure Blaines cock was hard enough to take the plunge and show Kurt he knew a thing or two when it came to gay sex. He didnt care if Kurt had a reputation of being one of – if not the – best lovers at the club either. If Blaine were to stop and think about that, or any of the other rumours about him, then Blaine wouldnt able to focus.

“You bet your sweet bottom!” Blaine nearly cheered.

That was the last time Blaine would bother with playful banter, because he only wanted one thing: Kurts Hummels ass. To do just that, Blaine launched himself at Kurt, pushing him down on the bed. He kissed his mouth as he ran his hands down the sides of Kurts body gently, his touch so light it caused him to shiver. Blaines mouth slowly gravitated from Kurts lips to trail down his neck, sucking and kissing as he went. Kurts skin felt so soft under Blaines fingertips and the bruises he had seen when they first met were barely visible.

“Blaine,” Kurt breathed when Blaine started to suck on his nipple.

Somehow Blaine was managing to take his time with the art of foreplay, which, considering how hard he was, was quite impressive. As much as Kurt wanted to experience intimacy when it came to sex, he didnt think he could last much longer at this rate.

“I like the way you say my name, Kurt...” Blaine whispered.

“Oh god, please get on with it and fuck me!” Kurt gasped when Blaine finally touched his cock.

Seeing as how Blaine was hardly managing to pull a bluff, he was fine to comply. He clumsily tore open the condom package and rolled it onto his ready cock. Right when he was about to consider what position to take Kurt in, Kurt beat Blaine to it.

Kurt pulled himself upright and advanced on Blaine, who just went along with it. Blaine soon had his back pressed up against the headboard, and Kurt climbed onto of him, giving Blaine the perfect view of his back.

“Holy shit!” Blaine blurted out. He was unprepared for the sudden tightness surrounding him.

“Feeling good there Blaine?” Kurt teased.

“Oh youre so full of yourself!” Blaine said.

“Technically speaking its you Im full of right now,” Kurt quipped.

Kurt settled himself fully down on Blaine, and he was ready to let their chatter stop for a good long while. He bent his knees to get the right footing so he could balance himself properly since he didnt plan to remain still for long. Kurt arched his back up and pushed off of the bed only to slam back down again. Blaine chose to help Kurt along by clamping his hands onto Kurts hips and snapping his own hips upwards to meet Kurts thrusts.

It was a good thing that theyd bothered to finally give into their physical desire and kiss back at the restaurant when they did, or else if Blaine -- or even Kurt -- had drank more than two and a half shots of vodka then they wouldnt be so coordinated right now and it was still a bit of a stretch. The alcohol did, however, make them put the past behind them, so they could hopefully have some mind-blowing sex.

Blaine watched Kurts back muscles tense and his biceps flex as he rode Blaines cock. He found it oddly beautiful and obviously sensual both at the same time. Here was a part of Kurt that Blaine had never thought hed see and certainly not at such a close proximity.

“Oh yeah, this is it,” Blaine groaned.

“You like that?” Kurt asked, though he already knew the answer.

“Mm, youre so fucking tight, Kurt.”

“Say that again,” Kurt urged.

“What, that youre tight?” Blaine asked.

Kurt shook his head, biting the bottom of his lip when Blaine rammed into his ass again. “No, my name.”

If Blaine werent so focused on how good it felt to be inside Kurt, then he might have thought about how Kurts first name was something he hadnt known until that night. But at the moment ignorance was truly bliss and Blaine had one thing on his mind: pleasure. Or two things, rather, because Blaine always wanted his sexual partners to enjoy themselves as much as he did. “Kurt, I want to see your face...” he urged.

Kurt shrugged. “Fine, I didnt pick this position because Im against sharing eye contract during sex. I just like how good it feels,” he stated, though his little speech was cut short when Blaine took hold of his torso and actually flipped him over on the bed. A giggle escaped his mouth as Blaine took no time in entering him once more, something he was glad for as well. Now face to face, Kurt and Blaine could kiss each other once more. But not for long as Blaine picked up the pace and started to pound into Kurt with sharp thrusts.

“Oh god!” Kurt moaned.

It turned out Blaine wasnt so far off from Kurts level of skill despite him not having as much chance to practice his game. But they werent trying to earn a gold medal in gay sex; all they wanted to do was come. To achieve that goal Blaine didnt try any creative moves, keeping with an oldie but a goodie as he fucked Kurt into the mattress missionary style.

Blaine threw his head back as Kurt folded up his knees to allow even deeper penetration. Sex never felt this good for him! It wasnt like Kurt was doing anything special to account for how incredible it felt, so it didnt make any sense. “Kurt, fuck... are you? Cause Im about to come cause youre too damn tight!” Blaine wheezed.

Kurts hands gripped onto his thousand count thread sheets as he felt the familiar sensation building up in his body. “Nearly there, fuck, dont stop!” Kurt cried out.

The pressure building within Blaine was too much to take and he firmly planted his hands at Kurt's sides as he thrust into him, resulting in the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. “Shit, Kurt!” he shouted.

Much to Kurts relief, Blaine managed to keep up the pace until he came as well, and clung to Blaine as his whole body shuddered from the act. Mind reeling, Kurt needed a moment to recover from the rush. It had been good, more than good, fucking amazing actually.

Now spent, Blaine rolled off of Kurt and came to lie beside him on the bed with a matching expression of surprised delight on his face. “Wow, that was really, really good!” he exclaimed.

Kurt pried an eye open to glance over to his left at Blaine. “You seem so surprised,” he said.

“I was! I mean, I always had a feeling you were good in bed... but to actually find out for real is a total eye-opener,” Blaine started to ramble.

“Because it confirms Ive had a butt-load of sex or something?” Kurt demanded.

Blaine broke out laughing and was forced to watch as Kurt scowled at him in annoyance. “Sorry, but you said butt-load, not boat-load, so cut me some slack! How could I not laugh at that!” he pleaded, still barely able to control his snickering. “Youve had a lot of sexual partners and encounters over the years, so what? I bet a lot of guys who go to the club have,” Blaine said.

Kurt knew that Blaine was trying his best, but he was still doing a pretty bad job as far as Kurt was concerned. Only this time he fought the urge to let his temper out because he didnt want to become the bad guy in this, of all things. “I know... but thanks for saying it. It also hardly matters if you havent had much chance to get out there a well,” he stated.

The comment almost hurt, so it was a good thing that Blaine was still in a cheery post I just had amazing sex mood. “Thats hardly my fault. I mean I came out right before I went off to college. Where I swiftly lost my virginity, but most guys just wanted to sneak around and that wasnt my style. Then I gave actual dating a try and up until four months ago, I was in a serious relationship that lasted over two years.”

“What happened there, then?”

“He cheated on me.”

“Well, that I can honestly say is something I have never done.”

“Me either.”

Kurt sat up on the bed and leaned over to give Blaine a long kiss. But just as Blaine's hands went for him he pulled back out of reach and got up off the bed.

“Hey what gives, I thought you said the sex was good?” Blaine pouted.

“It was... but I find myself not nearly drunk enough to continue. I like not being annoyed with you… and I need to keep that feeling going. Because I'm sure not done with you, Blaine,” Kurt said as he hurried off out of the bedroom to select a bottle of wine.

Blaine did his best to patiently wait for Kurts return, he knew the feeling since even now Kurts whole manner of speaking made him slightly annoyed. But, as it turned out, there was a lot Blaine was willing to put up with when Kurt was an animal in bed. “Hurry it up okay!”

“Im coming!” Kurt grumbled as he stepped back into the room with a bottle of champagne and two red plastic cups.

“Wow, so classy,” Blaine teased as he took the cup Kurt offered him.

“Well it sure beats cleaning up after broken glass,” Kurt dished back.

After Kurt finished pouring them each a generous glass, Blaine, feeling extra cheeky, raised his drink in front of them both. “Maybe I propose a toast?” he chimed and when Kurt lifted his own glass he went on. “To burying the hatchet,” he declared.

Kurt clinked his cup with Blaines even though they werent made of glass, and they both downed the champagne without further ado or with any regard for manners. “Among other things,” he added with a smirk.

“Sounds good to me!” Blaine agreed. He was more than ready to start round two.