Kurt sat in the coffee shop drumming his fingers on the table as he waited for his company to arrive. He was inspecting his nails when:

“Hummel, this better not take long. I only agreed to meet you as you said it was an emergency”

He looked up to see Santana throw herself into the seat opposite looking rather flustered, obvious she wanted to rush through this. She gave him a long stare as if she was waiting for him to start  Kurt looked at her and sighed before taking a deep breath for extra courage.

“Blaine has invited me to stay the weekend, and the way he asked me just gave away what we’re going to get up to, but I have said it before and I will say it again - I have the knowledge and sex appeal of a baby penguin! I Have no idea what to do”

His rant was finished by a long whoosh as he let the air out of his lungs, but he was disappointed to see that Santana didn’t seem like she heard him and her phone was more captivating.

“Look Santana just go, you’re obviously are not in the slight bit interested and I will just have to learn as I go on.”

He got up to leave but Santana grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him back, causing him to wobble and fall back into his chair, he dared to glance at his friend who glared back with a disapproving look in her eye.

“Patience baby penguin”  she smirked, “I was cancelling my afternoon plans, it appears we may be here a long time, cos you my boy need some serious sex education”

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Kurt pulled up outside the familiar house and turned his engine off. He sat in his car for what felt like forever, replaying in his head what Santana had told him the previous weekend over and over, summoning enough courage to knock on the door. He looked toward the house, mentally willing his legs to  make the move up the path, when he saw a figure watching him from the window smiling and giving a welcome wave. He knew then it was too late to turn back to go home, and text saying he felt unwell.

Sighing, he climbed out of his car, dragging his bags of the passenger  seat as he did so. He slammed the door and started up the gravel path trying not to stare at the figure who had now moved to the opened front door. Reaching the steps he allowed his eyes to trail up to see Blaine walking down the steps, stopping when he reached his boyfriend.

“Hey beautiful”  Blaine beamed, “been waiting impatiently for you all evening”

Kurt managed a weak, nervous smile, all Santana’s advice quickly leaving his mind, which grew when his lover reached down, taking his bags for him. He went inside, followed by Blaine who held back slightly to watch his ass  as he walked. The sight of Kurt’s perfect ass in the skinny jeans were almost too much for Blaine. His excitement travelled all the way down his body and he just prayed to god that his arousal wasn’t obvious to Kurt. The last thing he wanted was for Kurt to freak out before the weekend had even begun.

The evening went by pleasantly as they had a sing-along Disney movie marathon, accompanied by pizza, popcorn and pretzels. They were so relaxed, all Kurt’s anxieties were forgotten about and he snuggled in to his boyfriend’s embrace, nuzzling into his neck, breathing in that delicious ‘Just Blaine’ scent. Just as he was drifting off, he felt Blaine shit his weight, causing him to stir. Blaine smiled at him and leant down to kiss his hair.

Kurt turned slightly so as to face Blaine, he cupped his face in his hands and moved in for a kiss just pecking at first, smiling as Blaine returned it, tracing Kurt’s lips with his tongue. A gasp from Kurt, meant that his lips parted just enough for Blaine to slip his tongue in and start to caress Kurt’s, earning a soft moan from the younger of the two.

Time ticked by and the kiss grew more and more passionate. Blaine was running his hands through Kurt’s thick locks, gripping at it occasionally and giving it a small tug. When Kurt broke away for a breather, Blaine saw this as his chance to progress and attached his kiss-bruised lips to Kurt’s neck, which caused Kurt to grab at his lover’s curls.

“Want to go in to my room?”  Blaine whispered in his ear, his hot breath making Kurt shiver.

Taking Kurt’s moan as a yes, he stood up before taking Kurt’s hand and pulling him up. Kurt saw the cheeky glint in Blaine’s eye and his stomach did a triple somersault, not knowing what this meant. He didn’t have to wait ling to find out as Blaine picked him up and threw him over his shoulder, fireman-style.

Blaine took the journey upstairs in confidence, Kurt’s weight not seeming to be an issue for him. He somehow managed to shift Kurt into being carried like a baby and started to kiss him as he kicked his door open, and using his foot to close it again, not wanting to break from their intimate encounter.

He only broke when he threw Kurt down on the bed, and then , kicking his shoes beforehand, climbed on top of Kurt, legs either side of his hips and began to attack his boyfriend’s lips with such force that Kurt knew that he the bulge in his already tight jeans wouldn’t be able to be concealed for much