Blaine could feel himself trembling slightly as Kurt pulled into his driveway, both of them eyeing the house; his big, evidently empty house based on the dark windows and missing mother's car. He wasn't entirely sure why he was so nervous; it's not like they hadn't done anything sexual before. Their rapidly developing blow-job skills were a testament to that. But his entire body felt like electric currents were busy burning their way through his blood stream.

Kurt opened his car door for him, head tilted to the side with a faint smile on his lips as he watched Blaine colour lightly, blinking at the suddenly open door when he hadn't even realised Kurt had left the car.

"You know, we can just watch a movie. This is your night; we do whatever you want to do."

He didn't answer until they'd shut his front door, reaching out to tangle his fingers with Kurt's, tugging him to a halt just before he could walk past towards the kitchen -

"I want you."

He kept his eyes open, despite how much his body wanted to shut them and avoid Kurt's reaction, so he didn't miss the way his boyfriend's eyes widened or how his adams apple bobbed when he swallowed.

By the time he led Kurt up to his room Blaine had managed to shop shaking. His stomach was still twisting, sure, but he figured being nervous was just part of the process of losing one's virginity. Because fuck... he was losing his virginity, what was left of it anyway, to Kurt; the boy he was constantly falling in love with.

Kurt hummed as they shut the door behind them, each toeing off their shoes, and rubbed the back of his neck like he did every time he got the slightest bit nervous. Rolling his eyes Blaine reached out to grab the sides of the grey hoodie hanging loose under the battered leather jacket and tug him forward for a soft kiss.

Kurt's eyes were closed when he pulled back, bottom lip between his teeth but failing to hide the lazy smile.

"Umm, so how do you want to do this?" Blaine winced, closing his eyes as Kurt's blinked open at the question and chuckled quietly tugging Blaine in for another kiss.

"How about we just see what happens for now? Worry about that when we need to." He was still grinning that Cheshire cat grin as he pulled of his jacket, hoodie still inside to reveal that ridiculously tight, ohsotight, black shirt, sleeves rolled up to show off the subtle strength in his forearms. "It's awfully warm in here, isn't it babe?"

It was the wiggling eye brows that did it, bell-bar dancing as Kurt's lips twitched with the effort to keep a straight face, blushing faintly Blaine felt the tension that had been building along his spine dissolve. He giggled quietly, forehead resting on Kurt's collarbone as the other boy laughed too, arms draped loosely across his shoulders before they began to gently push and pull him out of the layers covering his upper-body without jostling him. The care Kurt took with him sometimes took his breath away; no one ever expected someone who dressed and acted like Kurt Hummel did to be so gentle. Blaine always knew though, knew from the moment Kurt forced Jacob to apologise to Brittany, stood up to Karofsky (despite the fear he still felt towards the bully) more than once, the way he looked after Quinn and Beth without it ever crossing his mind to do anything else.

"What?" Kurt leant back slightly, still keeping his arms around Blaine's now bare back, his own shirt hanging open to show of his chest and teasing glimpses of dark ink wrapping itself around his hip bone that Blaine daydreams about running his lips over.

Pushing the shirt from Kurt's shoulders so that it fell to a puddle by their feet Blaine shrugged, making a noncommittal sound at the back of his throat. 

"Tell me, you were staring."

"Am I not allowed to stare at my boyfriend when he's half naked?"

Kurt rolled his eyes this time, "Baby..."

Letting his hands ghost around the faint definition of muscles, smiling shyly almost as he placed a soft kiss just above the steel bar through Kurt's right nipple Blaine shook his head. "I just... I really love you. I love that I'm the only one who gets to see you like this, that I'm one of the only people you let see past that 'skank' image of yours."

Kurt didn't say anything, staying quiet for so long that Blaine fidgeted, starting to think he should have just kept his mouth shut, when the older boy cupped both sides of his jaw, stroking it tenderly before leaning in slowly and covering his mouth, moving his lips slowly and never deepening it. Hands slowly migrated down tracing along the waistline of Blaine's pants until he squirmed, fighting back a giggle over the ticklish feeling causing Kurt to pull away from the kiss to rest his forehead on Blaine's temple, chuckling as the other boy squirmed.

"You're doing that on purpose!" Still squirming and giggling quietly Blaine wrapped his hands around Kurt's fingers, squeezing gently, still grinning widely as he kissed his way along Kurt's collar bone.

"You'll never prove it."

Blaine grinned widely at the breathy quality of his boyfriend's voice, smirking at the proud feeling curling in his chest because he did that to Kurt. He caused aloof and infamous Kurt Hummel to sound breathless, to lower his wall enough to let Blaine in and fall in love. Letting his hands wander down slowly tracing over the tattoos on his arm and hip, circling the shiny silver bar through his right nipple, biting his lip at the shiver that ran through the other boy.

Tilting up slightly to capture Kurt's lips in a soft kiss, Blaine scraped his fingernails lightly down Kurt's chest towards the undone fly of his jeans, pushing and pulling until the offending item had dropped to just above Kurt's knees where the other boy could kick awkwardly trying to keep his mouth fused to Blaine's. When he stumbled as a result Blaine barked out a quiet laugh, shrieking a little bit when Kurt grabbed his sides, tickling the younger boy in retaliation until the laughter died down and he began to shove Blaine's highwaters down his thighs, briefs being pushed down along with them so that his cock caught on the waistline before it sprung up against his stomach.

Kurt wasted no time before he was wrapping his hand around him, stroking up and down slowly. Blaine shuddered, unsure whether to be embarrassed by the whimpers and little ahs and uhs that would not stop escaping.

Bringing his arms up to wrap around Kurt's shoulders, fingers tangling in hair and tugging, Blaine brushed his lips over any part of Kurt he could find until they landed on damp lips, not really having the wherewithal to do much more than breath against his lips, crying out softly every time Kurt would twist his wrist towards the head, smearing the pre-cum leaking from the tip.

"B-bed." The stuttered command at least proved that Kurt was just as affected as Blaine, the knowledge of what they were going to do becoming clearer. I'm not going to be a virgin when I wake up tomorrow. He nodded dumbly, walking Kurt backwards until his calves hit the mattress where Blaine pushed lightly on his stomach until he sat down, hand still loosely jerking Blaine until he reached down to pull his hands away, pushing him back again so start shuffling up towards the pillows as Blaine tugged his boxer-briefs down his hips, mouth watering when Kurt's cock fell onto his stomach.

"You're so beautiful."

"My eyes are up here." A hand reached down to cup his chin, lifting his eyes away from where a bead of pre-cum was forming at the head and up to see Kurt's smug smile, eyes bright and amused.

Blushing, Blaine rubbed the back of his neck, bottom lip between his teeth as he moved to straddle Kurt's stomach, sucking in a breath when he felt the damp head of his boyfriend's cock brush against the crack of his ass just so.

A rough groan from Kurt let him know he wasn't the only one affected and it was with a slightly cocky smile that he leant down to kiss the other boy, still smiling as Kurt's tongue found it's way into his mouth to flick along his own, his hands coming down from resting behind his head to rest at Blaine's waist and in his hair, keeping him in place. Shifting slightly in order to rest his forearms on either side of Kurt's neck, Blaine shuddered when he felt the tell-tale whisper of the elder boy's cock ghosting across his stomach, so so close to his own.

"I want you."

It was a testament to how far gone Kurt must have been that he didn't even attempt to smirk at that, too busy letting out barely-there high-pitched little moans and gasps as Blaine moved deliberately to grind their hips together, letting out his own slightly louder moans.

"You have me... "

"No, no I want... want fuck," finding himself incapable of finding the right words to tell Kurt what he wanted, needed, Blaine pulled back from where their mouths were still pressed together, an imitated kiss, as they spoke, gripped Kurt's shoulders to roll them over. With Blaine now on his back, knees bracketing Kurt's hips as he stared up at him, an impish grin on his face. "Like this." He squeezed Kurt's shoulders, loving the broad feel of them, the subtle but so so obvious when he was shirtless muscles rolling under the soft skin, "please, like this."

The older boy swallowed, adams apple bobbing as he nodded, leaning down to kiss Blaine's eyelids, cheeks and nose before brushing over his lips, his voice deeper and huskier than normal when he whispered "Anything for you."

After that it seemed to happen so quickly, both of them too impatient to take their time, choosing instead to all but rip the remaining clothing items off of one another. It wasn't the first time he'd seen his boyfriend naked; since Kurt's birthday they'd made an attempt to be at least half naked with each other at any available moment, but he still felt his stomach drop, mouth go dry at the sight. Not snapping out of it until Kurt pulled back to rest on his knees, fumbling with a bottle of lube.

Sitting up, Blaine took the bottle from the other boy's trembling hands, uncapping it and coating Kurt's fingers himself before raising up to kiss him, tongue slipping inside to caresses the back of his teeth fleetingly before shifting back to lay down again, head further up the bed on the pillows and moving so that his feet were flat on the bed either side of Kurt.

"Always thought I'd be the one this nervous."

Rolling his eyes, Kurt lightly slapped his thigh with his dry hand, "Shut it you, I just... I don't want to hurt you."

This time it was Blaine's turn to roll his eyes. "You won't."

"But - "

"Kurt, I mean this with complete love, but if you don't do something soon I'm going to do it myself."

Kurt grinned, pierced brow rising above his still slightly-anxious eyes, "You know, that's something I really wouldn't mind seeing."

Wrapping his fingers around Kurt's right wrist Blaine guided his hand down between his legs, "Maybe next time."

Everything seemed to blur after that, the only thing he could focus on was the feeling of Kurt's sure, long fingers inside of him, stroking teasingly along his prostate every few strokes until he was a panting, writhing mess of boy with fists gripping the sheets for dear life.

He stayed staring wide-eyed at the ceiling, catching his breath, vaguely registering Kurt moving around, the sound of a wrapper (thank God I bought condoms the other week) being torn open followed by a low groan as his boyfriend presumably slicked himself up. He only came back to himself at the feeling of blunt pressure against his hole, Kurt leaning over him, weight braced against one arm next to Blaine's head while the other helped guide his cock inside.

Kurt slammed his eyes shut as he eased in, bottom lip pulled tight between his teeth. Blaine dug his fingernails into Kurt's shoulders, opting to keep his own eyes open, only blinking every now and then at the slight burn. Only closing them for a moment longer once Kurt bottomed out, revelling in the feeling of being full, of Kurt's hip bones pressed up against his ass, feeling the tremors running along his spine in his fingertips and then deep inside. The burn barely even registered; only long enough to realise that Kurt was trying to keep still so he could be comfortable.

One hand drifted slowly away from the little red, crescent shaped indents in his boyfriend's milky shoulder blade, tracing slowly up his neck to cup the back of his neck, pulling him down forehead-forehead.

Waiting until Kurt's eyes opened, the sea-green seemingly brighter despite how blown his pupils were. Leaning up a fraction to press butterfly kisses along his jaw line, both of them gasping when it caused the barest movement between them. "Move."

Bending down slightly, Kurt buried his face in the crook of Blaine's neck, mouthing along tendons and sensitive spots mapped out in other hours spent curled around each other, hips dragging back inch by inch before jolting back, letting out small whimpers along side the gasps that escaped Blaine.

"This um... shit, oh god, this isn't gonna last long."

"I really don't... ah don't care."

Kurt raised his head, eyes wide and locked on Blaine's as his hips dragged back and forth, just barely teasing towards his prostate. Whimpering Blaine raked his blunt fingernails down Kurt's back, loving the way it made the other boy groan and shiver, muscles twitching under his touch, gripping one ass cheek and the opposite hip bone tightly, urging him to move just -

"There. Oh god," a thumb grazed over his lip, pulling at where he'd been gnawing on it without realising, too lost in the sparks and fireworks emanating around his body. Little, sharp-sounding uhs and ahs were slipping forth from between his lips with abandon, head tilted back against the pillows with ever just-slightly-rougher and dead on target thrust form Kurt. Fuck, they were so doing this again and again and again. Why didn't people do this all the time?

Kurt's face pressed into his straining neck, licking, kissing and biting at the tendons and sensitive spots along the sweat-damp skin, heightening everything else just that little bit more.

"I'm - Blaine, I," the older boy was shaking, biceps trembling from where he was leaning on his forearms either side of Blaine's head. Keeping one hand on Kurt's ass, (because how did he not spend more time groping his boyfriend's ass?) and trailing one up his spine, revelling in the alternation gravelly and higher-pitched sounding gasps, whimpers and grunts that fell from Kurt's mouth Blaine gripping the back of his hair and slamming their mouths together. They were more breathing in the other rather than kissing, too distracted by the movements of each other's bodies to focus for more than a deep-and-dirty too-much-tongue-but-ohsogood kiss every few minutes.

"Let go," Blaine breathed against Kurt's cherry red, swollen lips, "I, yes, I wanna see you... wanna see, ah! Wanna see you come, baby."

And he did. Blaine couldn't tear his eyes away from Kurt, forgetting all about his own close, so close impending orgasm as he watched and oh Christ felt his boyfriend come from being inside him for the first time. Kurt was always stunning when he came, but this? This was different. His eyelids flickered, never able to stay shut but slamming closed with every jerk of his lean sweaty body, hips jumping and still managing to hit that sweet spot inside Blaine without Kurt meaning to now. Whimpers and near silent gasping breaths dragged their way through Kurt, rolling with his body before being released for Blaine to hear.

That along with Kurt's still moving, albeit moving slower and erratic pelvis caused Blaine to snap, hurtling off the edge as the fireworks built, forcing their way out from under his skin making anywhere they touched feel like a livewire, especially when Kurt collapsed on top of him. He felt like he was floating as he came back down, Kurt moving up and down as they both panted, getting their breath back. Slowly Kurt leant up, wincing at the oversensitivity from still being buried in Blaine, dropping a soft, sweet kiss to Blaine's forehead and brushing back his sweaty hair hushing him as he dragged his hips back, hand on the condom. Pulling a face Kurt tied it clumsily before sitting up to dispose of it, wipe Blaine's sticky stomach off before he fell back down next to Blaine, moving to let Blaine roll into his side.

They lay there in silence, heads turned to press chaste, drowsy kisses to anywhere they could reach, smiles never waning.

Eventually they shifted, Blaine hissing a little as a low burning in his ass announced itself, kind of like the feeling he got after working out harder than normal when he hadn't used his muscles in a while.

Kurt moved onto his side to lean up on one elbow, his other hand tangled with one of Blaine's on his stomach. "Are you okay? I didn't... I didn't hurt you or anything did I?"

"No, you were perfect."

Grinning at the no doubt dopey grin on Blaine's face Kurt dropped down to press a kiss to his nose and to each eyelid when he scrunched his face slightly, "I'll be right back." Slipping from the bed Kurt padded into his bathroom.

Biting his lip once Kurt's deliciously still naked ass and back disappeared from view despite the open en suit door, Blaine squeezed his eyes and fists tightly, holding in an undignified squeal because holy shit his boyfriend loved him, and they'd just had sex and he wasn't a VIRGIN anymore. Taking a deep breath he relaxed back into the bed with that stupid dazed grin still in place (and to be honest, he didn't even care how it looked because he's just had sex, made love for the first time), just as Kurt came back in, a damp flannel in his hands which he carefully cleaned Blaine up with before tugging the covers up from the foot of the bed and clambering back in, wrapping them both up under the blankets.

"I love you, so much."

Smiling even wider Blaine snuggled further into Kurt's arms, noses rubbing together in an Eskimo kiss, "I love you so much, too."

The morning Blaine woke to Kurt sprawled out next to him, weak November sunlight streaking through the blinds and painting his skin with a soft golden-white glow.

"You're staring at me."

"Can't help it,"

Sea foam eyes cracked open, a small smile on his lips, as Kurt woke up further, stretching out and raising his pierced brow when he noticed Blaine's eyes running up and down the bare skin on show to the comforter pushed precariously low on his hips, greyscale ink peaking above it on the left side where Blaine's thumb traced back and forth. Following the pattern of the full moon obscured by clouds with stars dotted around ("It was my first tattoo okay? I didn't put any thought into it beyond how it looked...") that he knew was hidden beneath the fabric.

Shifting closer as his eyes adjusted the gradually brightening room Blaine frowned slightly, zeroing in on Kurt's right side as the other boy moved his colourful arm to rub his race. A riot of white and pink lines decorated sections of his boyfriend's side; some were thicker and angrier looking than others, with a large surgical scar that looked far too much like his own dominating the middle. The car crash flashed across his mind.

Objectively, he knew they were there. No one gets as injured as Kurt did, having surgery to fix god only knows what after being in the crash that killed his mother without having scars, but he'd never seen them before. Every time they'd been shirtless together had been shortly followed by some form of sex and Kurt had always pulled a top back on at the very least.

He was fighting the urge to trace them when Kurt must have noticed, "They're ugly, I know." His arm moved across and at first Blaine though he was shielding himself before realising that he'd angled it under the light to show the faint shadowing of raised skin under all the ink. "It was all the glass from the window smashing when the car flipped; metal too. My arm got the brunt of it, part of the door that impaled my mom snapped off and buried itself up by my shoulder," Blaine can see it, the large patch of scar tissue, visible now he knew what he was seeing, underneath the branches and blackbird.

Leaning forward Blaine brushed his lips along Kurt's arm, working his way from just above the elbow where the tattoo began all the way up and down to kiss over his side, focussing on the scars. "They're not ugly. Nothing about you could ever be ugly; they're just proof of how fucking strong you can be when you need to."

Kurt blinked back tears, chuckling roughly before Blaine kissed his lips. "Whatever you say."

"I'll keep saying it until you believe me."

"I'm sure you will... c'mon we should get up and get to school so I can show off my man and brag about how proud I am of you."

Smiling widely, though not as bright as normal; still distracted by the thought of what his boyfriend had gone through in the past, Blaine sat up, swinging a leg over Kurt's lap we're still naked, holy shit we really had sex last night and slept naked. "Can I brag about you too?"

Hands on each of his hips, Kurt smirked up at him, "Baby, you can always brag about me."

When Kurt was in the bathroom doing his hair Blaine stole his leather jacket, having worn a grey polo with a black bowtie and dark jeans on purpose, preening when Kurt's eyes brightened at the sight as he moved to straighten the leather that was slightly too baggy on Blaine's shoulders.

And if he noticed how pleased, happy Kurt looked when he caught Blaine spending the whole day proudly telling everyone that asked where did you get that jacket? that it was his boyfriend's, then he decided to stay quiet. Grinning when Kurt would squeeze him in a one-armed hug instead.

"Yo, Bowtie!" Blaine smiled despite himself and turned to see Quinn elbowing her way towards where he stood by his locker.

"Can you call me that if I'm not wearing one?"

"Yes. Because my word is law. Didn't the boys warn you about this?" She slumped sideways against the locker next to his while he replaced his books and grabbed his script for the play. "I have to say, those are quite possibly the cutest and most nauseating pictures I've ever seen." She gestured to the three pictures of Kurt blue-tacked to the metal door. "Seriously, how did you get him to agree to couple-photos that the entire school can easily see?"

Flushing slightly, though much less than he would have before his friendship with the skanks, well...with two of them, began Blaine busied himself with shuffling everything in his messenger bag around. "Didn't really have to ask; he's using photography for his art project so he's been playing around with his mom's old cameras."

Quinn rolled her eyes as he shut the door before linking her arm in his. "Walk me to class? It's next door to your geometry one."

"Well, your word is law so I suppose I have to." He winked playfully; ignoring the odd looks he was still subject too anytime he was seen with either skank.

"Good to see you're learning at least, your boyfriend still hasn't quite grasped that concept just yet."

Blaine smirked and shook his head, content to let Quinn all but drag him towards their destination. He knew for a fact that she had this period with Kurt for art; a lesson that just so happened to be one his boyfriend hated missing lately and on the other side of campus. They reached the doors of the auditorium where he turned to lean against the open doorframe, arms crossed and staring at the skank as she fiddled with one of the many rips in her jeans.

"Have you...noticed anything weird?" At Blaine's raised eyebrow she bit her lip and glanced around, stopping to flip of a curious freshman cheerio, "with Kurt."

"What do you mean?"

"He seems...on edge a lot lately, like ever since the play last week. He was really jumpy when we met up and I thought it was just me sneaking up on him; but he really sucks at trying to hide this kind of thing." She bit her lip, eyes darting around the nearly empty hall to make sure no one was listening, "please tell me I'm not the only one seeing it."

"You're not." Sighing Blaine leant back against the wall. "He'll be fine one minute and then the next... it's like he's trying to shield me from something."

"Same," Quinn bit her lip, frowning as she looked around the empty corridor, "he's acting like... he has told you about last year right?"

"Only what happened in the locker room, I don't know what happened besides that. He doesn't like to talk about it; I can relate. He never pushes me about before Dalton so I sort of... left it." Shifting his bag over to his other shoulder Blaine eyed the closed door to his classroom before linking his arm with one of Q's, "c'mon, I can skip one class, guessing that's what you're doing?"

She nodded, "yeah, Kurt's in art so we don't need to worry about him overhearing us. It's too fucking cold outside but I think the gym is empty."

They stayed silent until they reached the blissfully empty gym, sitting down on the lower benches of the bleachers. "I don't know if I'm over reacting or, or what but I swear he's starting to act like last year and I can't... I won't let that happen again. He's my family, you are too and I don't like feeling like he's in trouble again."

Sliding over Blaine pulled Quinn into his side, smiling faintly over how she thought of him as family already because she was definitely one of his best friends here now, "It's not just you. He's been all... not distant, almost the opposite? Like, he always gets pissed if he finds out I've been slushied or shoved but it's like it's making him angrier... he keeps making sure that Karofsky is still leaving me alone too."

"I swear to God if he's starting on Kurt again I'll fucking end him." Q burrowed herself deeper into his arms, her voice getting thinner as if she was fighting back tears. "Kurt's too damn stubborn to even come to us if he does need help anyway!"

"I know," his boyfriend was stupidly stubborn sometimes, protective too and when those two traits mixed then he would never even consider budging. "You know Kurt though, we need to let him know he can come to us but if he thinks he's protecting either of us, we'll never get him to tell us what's going on."

"Fucking stubborn asshole," Wiping under her eyes Quinn kicked out at the bench below them, "I need you to promise that if you figure out what wrong you'll tell me, I'll do the same but I can't sit back and do nothing."

Nodding Blaine turned, pulling her into his arm properly and hugging her tightly, "I promise."