After the horrible events from the previous hour, Kurt and Blaine spent their lunch at the Lima Bean, discussing the Glee club drama in Lima and Blaine’s trip. Blaine didn’t say much about his parents, mostly just that his dad complained about a bunch of the business men. He, however, had tones of details about the clubs he went to.

                “I took body shots off of this one girl. She gave me her number, so I found some lonely looking guy at the bar and gave it to him. I felt like cupid.”

                “As long as you didn’t hook up with anyone,” Kurt muttered.

                “No way, I have the best boyfriend ever.”

                Kurt gave him a half smile. Blaine was hoping throughout the whole trip that his parents would say something, anything, about his attitude, but they didn’t. A short version of his hopeful story goes like this:

     Dad: Blaine, where have you been?
     Him: Clubbing
     Dad: Why?
     Him: Because I’m gay and I was hoping that being gay compared to doing this wouldn’t be as bad so when I told you I was you                       wouldn’t freak out.
     Dad: I would never freak out. It’s okay to be gay and I still love you.
     Him: Oh thanks dad, I love you too.
     Dad: You’re the best, son!
     He and his father would hug and everything would be okay. The end.

                Kurt raised his eyebrow at Blaine, but still gave him a small smile. “You’re going to kill your liver by drinking all that alcohol, you know.”

                “Carpe diem, my friend.”

                “Whatever you say,” Kurt teased, sipping on his grande non-fat mocha. “Speaking of seizing the day, I got the solo for sectionals!”

“That’s awesome Kurt!” Blaine gave him the widest smile, and Kurt returned it. The smile, however, didn’t quite reach his eyes. He didn’t see the small crinkle that he loved to see when Kurt’s lips turned upwards and his dimples showed. He wanted to be able to fix this for Kurt, but he wasn’t sure how. When they were both done their drinks, he and Blaine walked out towards the motorcycle slowly. When they reached it, Kurt took a seat.

Blaine could see that, despite Kurt’s mask of happiness, he was still stressed about the whole Karofsky situation. He gave him a quick peck on the check and sat down in front of Kurt, starting the drive home. He could feel Kurt’s grip tighten around his waist, and his head rested on his back. Once they arrive at Blaine’s house, Kurt couldn’t help but let his jaw drop;

“This house is HUGE.”

“I guess so,” Blaine shrugged, walking up the front steps. Kurt followed behind, looking around at the house. It was a beigish color, three stories high, with big tinted windows and a long walkway leading up to a dark red door. Kurt was totally jealous; he could have planned so many different decors for the rooms inside this mansion. He looked around the house as they entered, and he approved of whoever decorated it. It had a modern feel to it, consisting of dark red, white, and navy blue colors.

“I feel so presidential.” Kurt said, and Blaine snorted.

“This way, sir,” Blaine spoke in a British accent, eliciting a giggle from Kurt, and he walked through the door to Blaine’s room. It was huge, of course, and had a large king sized bed with a black duvet on it. His walls were an off gray, and his furniture was mostly red and black. After looking around the room, Kurt looked back at Blaine and gave him a small smile. Blaine lied down on his bed and patted the space to the left of him. Kurt obliged and lay next to him, putting his head on Blaine’s shoulder and sighing.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Blaine asked, concern evident in his voice. “I mean, I think if some guy I’ve been bullied by for the past few years kissed me I’d be a little upset. Or pissed off. Or both.” He smiled sheepishly, trying to lighten up the mood as he started down at Kurt’s face. It was beautiful; flawless with pink, silky lips, and the cutest nose. Kurt looked up and his ocean-like eyes met Blaine’s.

He shared his halfhearted smile. “I don’t know. I mostly just feel scared. What if I didn’t hit him and he kept going? I got lucky; he probably wouldn’t have stopped, and I could have been in an even worse situation. It just has me a little shook up.”

“Anything I could do to help?

He wasn’t sure what he expected for an answer. Maybe a ‘nothing’, maybe for him to just hold him, but certainly not –

“Kiss me.”

He didn’t want to overstep with it Kurt; he didn’t quite understand what he was going through right now, but if this would help Kurt, then he should do it. His eyebrows turned downwards, thinking and trying to understand why Kurt would want that, so he sat still, waiting for Kurt to explain. “I hate knowing that Karofsky hurt me. I hate remembering my weakness and how scared I was. I just want to forget and to feel safe. I need to know that you still want me; I feel used.”

Blaine just kept his hazel eyes on Kurt’s, giving him a shocked look. “Of course I want you, Kurt.”

To just say that wasn’t enough, though. Blaine still didn’t want to push Kurt, but Kurt didn’t care. He brought himself higher up on the bed, brought his gaze down to look into Blaine’s eyes, and hovered his face so close to Blaine’s that Blaine could feel the ghost of Kurt’s breath as he whispered, “Please, kiss me.”

Blaine obeyed. He brought his lips forward slightly to brush against Kurt’s, a little hesitant at first, but then Kurt pulled himself forward and brought their lips together in a hard kiss. He wrapped his arm around Blaine’s waist, needing to feel him there, needing to know that Blaine was there for him. Their kisses got more demanding, full of tongue and teeth, and things quickened up a bit, Blaine inhaling and pulling Kurt on top of him. Blaine ran his hands up and down Kurt’s sides, and Kurt held his arms up so that Blaine could pull his shirt off. He basked in the beauty of Kurt’s chest, bringing his lips down to Kurt’s neck, sucking and nipping at the pulse point. Kurt moaned softly, placing his hands underneath Blaine’s shirt and dragging his nails down Blaine’s chest. If that wasn’t the most amazing feeling ever, he didn’t know what was.

Blaine flipped them over again so that Kurt was below him, and pulled his shirt off.

“Seriously?” Kurt paused the heavy make out session to give Blaine his bitch glare. He couldn’t think of what Kurt would be fussing about until he looked down and remembered that he got his left nipple pierced. He shrugged his shoulders, saying, “I told you I got a little bit tipsy,” but they fell back when Kurt brought his lips, once curled into a small grimace, over to his nipple, sucking lightly and pulling at the piercing. This time, Blaine moaned, and gave another equally loud one when Kurt licked his other nipple, biting at it gently.

“Oh my god, Kurt.” Kurt brought his lips back up from his neck to his ear, licking the shell behind it. Somewhere during this time, their jeans had both come off, and they were both naked except for their boxers. They were both panting heavily with lust-blown pupils as Blaine pulled away for a moment.

“Kurt,” he began, looking into Kurt’s eyes with admiration, “you are one of the strongest, kindest, most amazing people I have ever met. No one can hurt you, not even Karofsky, not even me. I would never think of hurting you, only helping you and making feel better, okay?” He spoke, placing his hand on Kurt’s jawline and running his thumb along Kurt’s bottom lip, feeling Kurt’s breath warm against it.

“Then help me, please. Make me feel better,” Kurt pleaded with a sultry voice, driving Blaine insane with want. He remembered from one of their first dates Kurt saying he felt as sexual as a baby penguin, and he wondered where that baby penguin had went. Now, Kurt was a completely different zoo animal; a cheetah, maybe? At this point, though, looking into Kurt’s pleading eyes and his swollen, pouty lips, he didn’t care. He gave in, kissing Kurt again, their tongues dancing together. He slowly detached his mouth from Kurt’s, placing soft, gentle kisses along Kurt’s chest, stopping briefly to suck, nip, and lick his nipples, Kurt’s back arching beneath him. Blaine loved the sounds Kurt made; light moans and whines, which got Blaine even harder if that was possible.

                He continued down his chest to his abs, kissing a trail down the center, and ended up at the waist line of Kurt’s boxers. He froze for a moment, and then licked up the path he had kissed before until he reached Kurt’s face. Kurt gave him the okay, grabbing his curls and pulling him close, giving him a slightly nervous kiss. Blaine pulled away, brushing his lips against Kurt’s forehead before pulling down his boxers. He was surprised; for a thin boy, Kurt had a big dick. He eyed it longingly then brought his gaze back up to Kurt, and Kurt blushed, not used to feeling vulnerable like this. Blaine admired how cute he was, brushing his finger along his stomach, and grabbed Kurt’s cock in his hand, Kurt moaning quietly. He stroked slowly for a while, indulging himself in the amazing sounds Kurt was making.

                He wanted to keep hearing those sounds. It was the first time Kurt has ever been touched like this, and he wanted to make it a good time. Kurt’s eyes were closed, so Blaine took that opportunity to bring his head down towards Kurt’s waist, licking a strip from the base to the tip of Kurt’s cock. He could hear Kurt gasp audibly, and looked up into Kurt’s wide eyes. “Blaine…”

                He wasn’t sure what Kurt was going to say, but the thought was cut off when Blaine sunk his mouth down onto Kurt’s cock, and Kurt threw his head back, moaning. Blaine brought his lips up then sunk back down again, continuing this motion until Kurt was a writhing mess underneath him. He sucked hard, rolling his tongue around the tip, then brought his lips farther down to take Kurt’s hole cock into his mouth. Kurt had a big dick, but it wasn’t much of a challenge for him; what could he say? He was a little bit of a slut during the summer.

                He continued to suck on Kurt’s dick, bobbing up and down, and running his tongue underneath. He brought his mouth off for a brief moment and grabbed the base with his hand, licking the slit on the head. Kurt let out another loud moan and Blaine brought his lips around Kurt’s erection, keeping eye contact with Kurt the whole time. He made the perfect motions with his mouth and hand, working together to press even more of Kurt’s buttons, making him come farther undone.

                “Oh my god Blaine, mmm, so close.”

                Kurt’s hips nearly jerked up towards Blaine’s mouth, but he held them down. He pulled on Blaine’s hair, trying to get his boyfriend’s lips off of him for when he came, but Blaine kept on going, moving his head up and down and sucking hard.

                “I’m gonna come,” Kurt said, and when Blaine moaned against him he couldn’t take it anymore; he let himself come in Blaine’s mouth, breathing out a gasp, while Blaine continued to suck throughout his orgasm. He swallowed Kurt’s come in his mouth, finishing Kurt off and removing his lips from Kurt’s cock, bringing his head up to kiss Kurt’s cheek.

                Kurt realized that Blaine was still hard, painfully so, so he brought his hand down to palm Blaine through his boxers. “Kurt, you don’t have to –“

                But Kurt just pressed his index finger from his other hand on Blaine’s lips, and pulled his boxers down slowly, watching Blaine’s cock spring free. He gulped looking at it; it was very big, around the same size as his, but it was still intimidating to look at. He didn’t want to freeze up and ruin this for Blaine, so he repeated the movements he did on himself when he was in the shower; he wasn’t ready to give him a blowjob, but he was hoping this would suffice.

                And it apparently did. Blaine was the same mess that Kurt was a moment ago as Kurt wrapped his hand around Blaine’s big cock, stroking gently and running his thumb along the slit. He brought his hand up and down the whole length a few times, faster than before. Blaine was already close from listening and watching Kurt writhe underneath him, so this did him in. He came in white, hot spurts against Kurt’s hand and his stomach, and when he was done, Kurt licked his own thumb, covered in Blaine’s come, clean. Blaine reveled in the sight, and Kurt brought himself forward to kiss Blain heavily. Blaine could taste himself on Kurt, and wondered if Kurt could do the same.

                After kissing for a while, Kurt pulled away and smiled, then gave Blaine a quick peck on the lips before wrapping his arms around Blaine and sighing, placing his head on Blaine’s chest. Blaine, almost as spent as Kurt was, kissed Kurt’s hair, then brought his hand up to brush it out of his face.

                “Now, I know you touched it before, but the hair is the only thing on me that you can’t touch.” Kurt said, smirking at Blaine and raising an eyebrow. Blaine gave Kurt a big pout. “Would you rather touch my hair or my dick?”

                “You make quite the predicament for me,” Blaine answered, but pulled his hand away from Kurt’s hair and placed it on his neck, instead, rubbing his thumb across Kurt’s rosy cheek.

                Kurt brought himself up to face Blaine, placing his chin on Blaine’s peck. “Thank you, I know it might have been stupid to ask for, but I just needed to forget about the feeling of –“

                “Kurt,” Blaine began, “I won’t even make you say it. It sucks, what he did to you, but I don’t want you to ever have to remember it. I’ll be right back,” he said, looking down at his stomach and realizing that there was still come drying on it, “just sit here and do whatever.”

                “Okay,” Kurt smiled slightly, and watched as Blaine crawled off the bed, grabbing his boxers and, unfortunately, covering up his perfectly shaped ass. He trudged into the bathroom while Kurt put on his own clothes. Once Kurt was fully dressed, he took the time to really look around Blaine’s room. There walls were mostly blank, except for a few photos hanging; one of him with an acoustic guitar, one of him with Mark and Rob, one of the Warblers, and one of which he guessed were his parents. He hadn’t thought about meeting his parents yet, but Blaine was meeting Kurt’s soon, so Kurt was wondering whether Blaine would give the same offer to him. It didn’t really matter though; even if Blaine had a dog he’d be nervous to meet it. He didn’t know what kind of impression he made with people other than the fact that he was obviously gay and pretty flamboyant. Plus, he had an amazing sense of fashion. He continued on, noticing a few sheets on Blaine’s desk in his room, and turning to sit on the couch (his room is big enough to have a couch!) to look at the Rise Against poster on the wall in the corner. He was surprised at the difference in feels Blaine had to his room; at some instances it seems like a punk teenage boy’s room, and in other it seems like a humble gentleman’s room. It was like Blaine had two different sides to him. He kept looking around until he noticed the time on the clock; 2:57, right before the ending bell.

                “Oh shit,” Kurt muttered. “Blaine, time to go!”

                “Oh yeah,” Blaine said, walking fully clothed (sigh) out of the bathroom, giving Kurt his signature smirk-like grin, “you’re grounded.”

                “Yeah, and if you ever want to see me again I need to be back at that school pronto.”

                “Aye, aye, captain,” Blaine shouted playfully, grabbing Kurt’s hand and kissing it before leading him away from the couch, and Kurt just rolled his eyes, following him outside the door to his room.

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                It was 5:00 now at Blaine’s house, and he was sitting in his room by himself, just thinking. He looked like any boy from a romantic, angsty drama movie would, pondering the events happening in his life. After he brought Kurt back to the school, giving him a kiss goodbye, he saw Mark and Rob walking around. He stopped to talk to them for a while, and they asked him about Kurt.

                “Dude, stop being so whipped,” Mark said.

                “I’m not whipped,” Blaine retorted.

                “Oh yeah?” Rob asked. “What did you do today?”

                “Well… me and Kurt –”

                “Exactly.” Mark stated. “I miss the Blaine that would do stupid shit with us; running away from the cops, drinking until 5 in the morning, that kind of stuff. Now the only thing you’re drinking is coffee from the Lima Bean and Kurt’s come.”

                Blaine’s eyes widened at that statement, and the two other boys snickered. Mark continued; “The only bad ass thing about that relationship is that you’re sneaking around behind your parents’ backs. What happened to the Blaine Anderson that would wheel guys left right and center?“

                Ever since that conversation, he’s been thinking to himself; where am I going with this whole new side of me? He had fun breaking the rules; it was a rush. But at the same time, he didn’t want to lose Kurt. He would have to tell Kurt about his parents eventually; most guys he was with would freak out on him when he told them that his parents didn’t know, and they would push him to tell them, which would make him break it off even sooner than usual. If he told his parents, would he go back to his normal good self?

                His brain was a mess right now. He knew that he needed to tell his parents soon, about him being gay, about Kurt, about everything. He didn’t know what would come from that, but he was tired of being a rebellious child for his parent’s sake; he was tired of doing anything for his parent’s sake.

                It was decided, then, that he would tell his parents…

                Well, maybe not yet.

                For now, he would tell his brother, Cooper. He was sure at least he would understand.