Thursday afternoon, Kurt and Mercedes were driving to the Lima Bean after school. At the moment, they were discussing the solo and group song choices for sectionals.

                “I think it’s a good idea that you went for a solo, Kurt,” Mercedes began, “I’ve had enough of Rachel Berry and her riveting performances, especially after that stuff at Nationals.”

                “Yeah, as much as I wanted to last year, I don’t think that I’d be kissing Finn Hudson in front of everyone including the judges. Plus, the fact that she did that will make my chances higher of getting it.”

                “You’re going to rock the votes!”

                “I hope so!” Kurt squealed. He was glad that he and Mercedes were hanging out today; they haven’t had time out of school in a while. Every time Mercedes asked him to hang out, whether to go bowling or to see a movie, Kurt had to say no or cancel; he was usually hanging out (making out) with Blaine. Mercedes has Sam, of course, but he’s been incredibly busy lately trying to find a job to give his parents more financial support. For the past few weeks now, Mercedes has been taking out her loneliness on the Tator Tots, and when Ms. Sylvester took them away she made a huge deal of it. After talking with Mercedes about her troubles, he’s decided to spend more quality time with her.

                As they walked into the Lima Bean, Kurt was almost hoping to see Blaine there, taking his spot like he usually did. He wasn’t there today though. Kurt was alright with that; he wouldn’t know what to do if he was there, considering he reserved his time for Mercedes. They ordered their coffees and sat down at his usual table across from each other. Kurt blew on his coffee trying to make it cool down, which really didn’t help, then took a little sip of it. He then put it down and looked at Mercedes, propping his chin on his hands with his elbows on the table.

                “So ‘Cedes,” Kurt started, “How’s life?”

                “Good,” she answered. She continued on, talking about different clothes she’s bought and songs she’s been practicing in hopes for a solo at regionals; she let Kurt take this one. After a while, she got to talking about recent events: “The whole stuffing Tator Tots in Sue Sylvester’s exhaust pipe situation went okay, considering I didn’t get sued or anything. It just sucks, you know?”

                Kurt tilted his head to the side giving Mercedes a sympathetic look.

                Mercedes continued; “With me quitting the cheerios and you and Sam always busy, I’m pretty lonely by myself.”

                “Well, I promised I’m going to be here now.” He assured, putting his hand over top of Mercedes’.

                “Speakin’ of busy, how’s Mr. Handsome Bad Boy?” She teased.

                “Still being handsome, still being bad.”

                “Bad to you? That white boy better not hurt you.”

                Kurt chuckled, “No, don’t worry Mercedes. He’s been a very good gentleman. He wants me to go to a party with him; his old friend Rob is hosting it and he’s pretty much from the wrong crowd, you know?”

                “So are you going to go?” Mercedes asked, a little concerned for her friend.

                “Yeah, I think so. It’d be nice to have a little fun, and maybe Blaine’s good friends will be there.”

                “I guess you’re right. How bad could it be?”

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                Kurt was now standing in Blaine’s friend Rob’s house. It was pretty crowded in there, and the music was playing incredibly loud. Thankfully, it wasn’t that dark, so Kurt could still see Blaine; he was in the corner next to a guy with a bunch of tattoos and a girl, smoking something. Kurt wasn’t quite sure what it was, and he didn’t want to know. Blaine must have been to many different parties, but Kurt has only been to one before this so he wasn’t exactly sure what to do with himself. He went over to the big barrel of beer and poured himself a glass, grimacing when he took a sip. It was a little bitter for Kurt’s taste.

                “This doesn’t really seem like your scene,” someone said behind him. He turned around to see a cute, thin blonde boy looking at him and holding a cup of beer like Kurt. He was giving Kurt a flirty grin and leaning towards him.

                “Yeah, definitely not,” Kurt replied, laughing softly. “I’m Kurt.”

                “Thomas,” the boy said, extending his hand. Kurt took it and shook it lightly, Thomas holding for a little bit too long for comfort. “If you’re bored here, we could go someplace else.” Where would they even go?

                Oh, Kurt thought to himself, coming to the realization that this boy was hitting on him. Never in a million years would he think that he, Kurt Hummel, would get hit on at a party he went to with his boyfriend. He could barely believe that he has a boyfriend, not to mention an incredibly hot one. He wasn’t exactly popular at his school, and had never even met a gay guy before, at least not one that was out of the closet. For all he knew, he was the only one in Lima. The boy here, though, was still waiting for an answer from Kurt. He felt bad putting Thomas down, but he should be fine; he was probably a little bit drunk anyways and wouldn’t remember this in the morning. “I’m here with someone, sorry.”

                The boy’s face expression seemed to drop a slight bit. “Oh, okay. Who are you here with?”

                “The guy over there, Blaine.”

                “Blaine Anderson?”

                “You know him?”

                “Everyone knows him,” the boy replied. Kurt gave him a quizzical look as he continued. “He’s got a certain reputation. All summer he hung out with Mark and Rob, two guys who like to get into trouble. They did a bunch of shit this summer, and they were mostly drunk or high. He also liked to sleep around.”

                Kurt snapped his head around to look at Thomas again. “Oh?”

                He continued. “He was a bit of a player; he used to hook up with someone at least every week or two. It wouldn’t go much past friends with benefits or random hook ups, though. It would always be really discreet, and whenever the other guy wanted to get serious or tell them that they wanted to be in a relationship, he’d end it. It didn’t really matter to him, though; he’s hot, jacked, and he could get any guy he wanted.”

                Kurt was a little bit shocked; he knew Blaine did some bad things, but he didn’t know how many boys Blaine has been with or that he was never serious with any of them. He didn’t even know that Blaine wasn’t a virgin. He looked over at Blaine who was taking a puff of whatever he was smoking while talking to some girl. The girl was seemingly flirting with him, but he didn’t seem all that interested in the conversation. Kurt brought his attention back to the other boy. “How do you know all this?”

                “It happened to me,” Thomas admitted, looking down for a moment before looking back at Kurt.  “We met each other at a party and hooked up. We had a thing for a while. When I asked him to meet my parents I thought he would say yes and ask the same thing, but then he randomly just ended it, saying that he didn’t want to get too serious with anyone. Next thing I know two days later he’s on the couch at Mark’s making out with some other guy.”

                “Oh,” Kurt muttered, not really knowing how to respond. Just then, Blaine turned away from the girl and started walking over to him.

The other boy, Thomas, started looking really awkward, and said, “Just be careful with him Kurt. If you ever need a shoulder to cry on, though, I’ll be here.” He winked. “It was nice meeting you.” After that, Thomas walked away and started talking to some other girl.

                When Blaine reached Kurt he gave him a cute smile and then looked at the boy, Thomas, walking away. “He looks familiar.” Blaine was a little bit high; he told Kurt he wouldn’t smoke cigarettes, not weed. He didn’t think Kurt really wanted to know what it was anyways, considering he probably wouldn’t approve. He felt odd when Kurt gave him a funny look. “I’m hungry.”

                Kurt looked at him incredulously; how can he not remember someone he dated? Or, not dated, but at least had some kind of relation with him. He noticed that Blaine was smiling a lot. Sweet smiles, but still too many to be normal. He also didn’t understand why Blaine was so hungry. It wasn’t until Kurt noticed Blaine’s eyes – usually clear, honey-colored with a bit of brown – were now red, that he realized what Blaine was smoking. He knew he needed to ask Blaine about his past at some point, but he could do that later. Kurt rolled his eyes and took a drink of his beer, wanting to loosen up a bit.

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                Thirty minutes and a few beers later, Kurt was definitely feeling loose. He was sitting on the couch next to Blaine, giggling at something he said. He didn’t exactly give the smartest responses though; “You’re sooo sexy!”

                Blaine chuckled, “Oh really?”

                “Yeah. You and your hot face and nice eyes and wild, curly hair.” Kurt explained, running his fingers through Blaine’s hair. He caught it at the back of his neck, pulling himself forward to give Blaine a kiss. “Bad boy Blaine. The leather jacket is awesome too. But I’d rather it be off of you.” Kurt kissed Blaine on the neck once then slowly licked a trail from his neck to his ear, nibbling gently on the ear lobe. Blaine was definitely turned on to say the least.

                “Oh my god that totally rhymed!”

                Unfortunately, Blaine didn’t think anything was going to happen tonight. Even though that would usually be his plan of attack – go to a party, get drunk, hook up – he really liked Kurt. He wasn’t sure why, but Kurt was different from every guy he’s hooked up with. Maybe it was his witty sarcasm, or maybe it was the fact that he looks good at any moment; even when he’s drunk. Kurt was hanging off of Blaine now, sloppily kissing his neck. Blaine thought Kurt would regret doing that in the morning, so he tried to pull him off of him.

                “Babe –“

                “Mmm… love it when you call me that.”

                Blaine just laughed. “Kurt, you’re really drunk right now, and although I’m incredibly horny and the fact that you’re attacking my neck doesn’t help, we should probably get you sobered up.”

                “Nooo, I liked being drunk,” Kurt slurred, giggling. “Ooh! Let’s dance.” He stood up abruptly, grabbing Blaine’s hands and attempting to pull him up.

                “We should go dance outside,” Blaine suggested when standing up. It was almost 1 in the morning and he decided that this was a good time to leave. Kurt said okay, even though Blaine didn’t think Kurt would remember wanting to dance in the first place when he got outside. They headed towards the door when Kurt said: “Can I go to the washroom first? I feel like my hair is a mess, and unlike yours my hair doesn’t look amazingly good when it’s all messy.”

                “Yep, come on, it’s over here.”

                As they reached the washroom, Kurt pulled Blaine towards him again and kissed him slowly, biting his lip as he pulled away. He then whispered in his ear, “Too bad we weren’t at my house right now. I could have just taken a shower; you could join,” before turning away and closing the door to the bathroom behind him. Blaine was now uncomfortably hard in his black jeans, and had to stand with his hands clasped in front of him to cover it up. He was waiting for Kurt patiently when the guy who was with Rob and Mark the other day walked up to him.

                “Sebastian, right?” Blaine asked.

                “Yeah,” Sebastian answered. “And you’re Blaine; I’ve heard a lot about you.”

                “Oh?”

                “Apparently you’re sex on a stick and sing like a dream.”

                Blaine raised his eyebrows to that comment. Was Sebastian actually flirting with him?

                “I’m new to Dalton, and Mark and Rob talk about you some times. Apparently you’re very good in bed too. Maybe at some point you could give me a proper introduction to Dalton Academy.”

                Yep.

                “Well I just gave my boyfriend a tour, so if you want one I could give you one too.”

                Sebastian’s eyes turned into slits. “Yeah, I mostly just need to know the directions to your bed.”

                “I don’t stay at the school, I live in town.”

                “Even better; I can be a bit loud.”

                Blaine didn’t have anything to say to that. Thankfully, Kurt walked out at that moment, instantly moving towards Blaine to kiss him. He pushed his lips on Blaine’s, parting them and running his tongue along Blaine’s bottom lip. Blaine reacted instantly, letting his tongue brush against Kurt’s.

                It was a short lasted kiss, since after a few seconds Kurt pulled away and grabbed Blaine’s hand.

                “Sebastian this is Kurt.” Blaine introduced him, and Kurt held out his other hand.

                “Nice to meet you,” Sebastian said half-heartedly, shaking Kurt’s hand for a split second before turning to Blaine again and giving him a grin before walking away while saying: “I’ll see you at school, Blaine.”

                “Come on, Kurt, let’s go home.”

                “Was that another one of your conquers?”

                Blaine looked at Kurt with a confused expression on his face. “What?”

                “You know, the boys you just hooked up with then left when things got too serious.”

                Blaine’s expression turned to worry when Kurt said that. Kurt never heard any stories about him before, and now wasn’t the best time to have this discussion considering Kurt was pretty drunk.

                “No, he’s a new guy at school.”

                “A new challenge.”

                “Kurt, you’re my boyfriend.”

                “So you’re not just going to fuck me and chuck me?” Kurt asked. Blaine almost laughed; he was surprised Kurt knew those kinds of expressions. “Hit it and quit it, nail and bail, smash and dash, hump and dump –“

                “Kurt, no.” Blaine interrupted. “You’re too drunk to have this discussion; it won’t end well. All you need to know is that that was the old me. Ever since I met you you’re the only guy that I’ve been interested in, and you’re the only one I’ve ever called my boyfriend.”

                “Really?” Kurt looked over at Blaine. “Well, I guess you are meeting my parents.”

                “Exactly,” Blaine agreed as they reached Kurt’s vehicle. “I’ll give you a ride home. Let me have your keys.”

                “Aww, that means I have to sit in the passenger seat. Blaine,” Kurt made a ‘tisk’ noise, “you’re always stealing my seat!”

                “Well you can’t drive right now,” Blaine stated, opening the passenger door and helping him in. He closed the door once Kurt was inside and walked over to the driver’s seat. He never really drives cars considering he has his motorcycle, so it was a bit hard to get used to at first. Luckily, the weed was well gone out of his system, and he didn’t have anything to drink that night, so he could drive Kurt home safely.

                “Your motorcycle – “

                “Will be fine here.” He said. “I’ll pick it up tomorrow or something.” He took a bottle of water from his backpack and opened it, handing it to Kurt. “Here, drink this. It’ll help you sober up.”

                “Blaine, you’re the best boyfriend ever!”

                Blaine just chuckled and drove Kurt home. There was a car in the driveway – probably Finn’s – so he parked beside it and brought Kurt inside. Once they were down in Kurt’s room, Kurt took off his socks as well as his shirt. Blaine stared unashamedly at Kurt’s body; even though he was slim, he was still a little bit built. His skin was pale and flawless, and he was just incredibly hot in general. He was surprised that a person with such high morals would go for someone like Blaine; he wasn’t exactly the best behaved, and Kurt was so classy.

                “My breath smells like beer.”

                “No shit,” Blaine said, smirking at Kurt, “you did get a little bit drunk tonight.”

                “And that’s perfectly fine with me,” Kurt stated, walking towards the bathroom to brush his teeth. He was pretty drunk still, although he seemed to be sobering up a bit. He hoped that he wasn’t going to be hung over in the morning. All he could think about in his drunken state right now was how much he wanted to kiss Blaine and possibly do even more. He was incredibly horny and wanted to just rip Blaine’s leather jacket off of him and do… something. He wasn’t sure how far he’d go, even though he was slightly intoxicated right now.

                Once he realized that he was just standing in the bathroom, he walked out towards Blaine, who was sitting in the center of the bed. Kurt crawled onto it, pushing Blaine back and bringing his head close enough to Blaine’s to kiss him lightly.

                “Hi there,” Blaine whispered, giving Kurt a genuine smile.

                Kurt didn’t answer; he just brought his lips towards Blaine’s again with a little bit more force this time. They both parted their lips at the same time, and Kurt let his tongue slip into Blaine’s mouth, moaning at the sensation of their tongues working together. He brought one leg over to the other side of Blaine’s hips and Blaine’s hands roamed over Kurt’s chest. Kurt was enjoying himself way too much to care about how far they were going to go tonight. He brought his hands up to the hem of Blaine’s shirt, pulling it up slightly, and Blaine lifted himself up to take it off, breaking their lips apart for a short moment before bringing them back together again. Kurt did the same as Blaine did, tracing the lines of Blaine’s abs with his fingertips. Blaine shivered at the touch.

                Their kissing sped up as Kurt undid the button on Blaine’s pants, having surprisingly good accuracy for the state he was in. At that moment Blaine pulled away, staring up at Kurt.

                “Kurt –“

                “Don’t worry,” Kurt reassured Blaine, “I’m not even that drunk anymore.”

                “That’s great.” Blaine replied sarcastically.

                “Seriously!” Kurt grinned down at Blaine. “If I was could I do this?” Kurt unbuttoned his own jeans and pulled them down, somehow getting his legs out of them and throwing them on the floor beside him. Blaine was actually surprised at his ability to get out of such tight – and especially flattering – pants in the position he was in right now. Blaine wasn’t focusing much on that, though. He was paying much more attention to the fact that Kurt was only there, straddling Blaine, in a pair of navy blue boxer-briefs, his erection showing pretty clearly. Blaine swallowed hard looking down at it, and then looked back up at Kurt’s face.

                “I guess not,” he managed to say as Kurt finished unzipping Blaine’s pants, and Blaine shimmied out of them underneath Kurt. Kurt was impressed with what he saw; Blaine was in a pair of black boxers (of course they were black), and he was big by the looks of the swell inside those boxers. He smirked and brought his lips back to Blaine’s, sucking on his tongue. Blaine moaned and lifted his hips up to meet Kurt’s.

                Kurt gasped slightly; he couldn’t believe the feeling of Blaine being so close to him. When Blaine flipped them over, Kurt was on his back and Blaine was lying on top of him. Their chests were flushed together, and their hips met as well, their erections grinding against each other’s. Kurt practically mewled underneath him, and he took Kurt’s bottom lip into his mouth sucking on it lightly. His hips kept coming up and moving against Kurt’s. He has been semi-hard for most of the night, and was waiting for some kind of release; he felt as if he would get it soon it Kurt didn’t stop.

                “Oh my god Blaine, this feels so good,” Kurt said between breaths, never wanting to stop feeling Blaine’s dick against his. Like all of his sexual experiences with Blaine, they were his first time doing so, and each action has felt better and better. He was really enjoying it especially right now; Blaine’s body grinding against his, both of them panting, waiting for a release. Blaine’s movements got faster, and Kurt bucked his hips up to meet Blaine’s halfway. “Mmm Blaine I’m gonna come.”

                That’s all it took for Blaine to let go, and he came in his boxers as Kurt did the same. He was relieved to finally get rid of the incredibly hard feeling in his pants prior to this experience, and was surprised of the effect Kurt had on him; he would have never been so turned on by anyone to come that soon. He was glad that Kurt seemed to be happy about the situation, though.

                “That was amazing,” Blaine said after a moment of comfortable silence, holding himself up by his elbow and looking down at Kurt.

                Kurt was lying face up on the bed, and he turned his head to look at Blaine. “Yes it was.” He was spent, so he took the covers from underneath him and snuggled into them. Blaine started to get up when he felt a hand on his arm. Kurt was giving him a worried look. “You’re leaving?”

                “No, I’m just going to get something to clean you up.”

                “Oh,” Kurt said, feeling dumb for even questioning Blaine.

                Blaine stood up from the bed and went to the bathroom to grab a towel. On the way, he picked up his clothes from the floor and closed the door behind him. He cleaned himself off and put his T-shirt and jeans back on; he was already caught with Kurt once, and didn’t want to be in anyone else’s bad books.

                He walked back over to Kurt and Kurt muttered, “Top and second drawer.” He looked in both and grabbed a new pair of underwear and some pajamas; he was guessing that Kurt, even though probably still a little bit tipsy, had the same idea as Blaine did. He handed the stuff to Kurt and he quickly cleaned himself off, threw the other underwear on the ground and changed into his clean clothes under the covers. Once he was done, he patted the spot beside him, and Blaine lay down on the bed – still on top of the covers for good measures – and grabbed Kurt’s hand. “Night, Blaine.”

                “Goodnight Kurt.”  They both settled into a comfortable sleep.