"So what's for dessert?" Kurt asked once they had settled themselves in Blaine's dorm.

Blaine cheshired and went to his mini fridge. He pulled out a tray of what looked like paint containers and put them on his desk. He then went to his closet and grabbed an old sheet and laid it out on the floor. In his desk drawers were paint brushes of different sizes and a couple of child sized tooth brushes. Kurt was confused as he watched his boyfriend set these items up on the floor.

"You're not so bored with our love life already that we're role playing now, are you?" Kurt asked.

Blaine continued to grin, not giving anything away from his plan. "No." He waltz up to his boyfriend and in a very comfortable move, like it was nothing, unbuttoned Kurt's vest and slid it off his shoulders. Then he pulled Kurt's white T-shirt over his head, leaving his beloved bare-chested.

"Okay, can you please explain what you're doing 'cause peeling my clothes off without seducing me is really confusing me. I don't know if I'm supposed to be hard, soft, turned on, or indifferent."

"I'm setting my artwork station up." Blaine grabbed Kurt's belt in the same fashion as when taking off the other items. He smiled at the clinking sound the belt made.

Kurt took a step back, not smiling, but exuding bedroom eyes. Blaine stepped forward and Kurt took another step back. This pattern continued until Kurt couldn't back up anymore and Blaine took the final step to close the distance between them with a seductive expression.

Blaine finished unbuckling the belt and he unbuttoned Kurt's black skinny jeans. He pulled his own shirt over his head and undid his belt buckle and pants. He pushed his pants down and kicked them to the side before pulling Kurt's jeans down. He kissed the hollow of Kurt's neck and looked up at him with smiling eyes.

It was looks and moments like this that made Kurt positive that Blaine loved him and no one else. "Don't move," Blaine sweetly commanded.

Kurt did as he was asked. He stayed leaning against the wall, following Blaine's every movement with his eyes. The entire tray went into Blaine's microwave for a short amount of seconds. Blaine selected a paint brush, that appeared to never have been used and a red paint bottle and returned to Kurt, still standing very close and dipped the tip of the brush in the paint.

Kurt stayed silent, but watched Blaine very carefully. He had no idea what was going on, and wasn't sure if he should be turn on or nervous.

Blaine began speaking in a low voice, his eyes focusing on his actions, trying to act aloof and seductive at the same time. "I found this set of paints online a little bit ago and they came in the mail at the same time as your bracelet." He took the brush and started drawing it across the front of Kurt's left shoulder. He re-dipped the brushed and went back to the pattern he was making. "They're flavored and edible."

Kurt's lips were parted and realized that whatever Blaine was doing was extremely sexy. The feel of the brush was making his skin tingle, the intimacy of how close Blaine was to him was making his heart race, and the smell of Blaine's skin so close along with the sound of his voice was making him become very aroused. He tried to turn his head to look at what Blaine was painting on him, but Blaine stopped him by taking the bristles of the brush and tapping them to Kurt's lips. It startled Kurt and he put his head back the way it was.

He licked his lips. "Strawberry," Kurt said.

Blaine smiled. "Mmhmm. My favorite." He had an idea and re-dipped the brush lightly and turned his attention to Kurt's face. "Open please?" Kurt parted his lips again slightly. Blaine touched the brush to Kurt's lips and painted them red. He blew on the paint for a moment to make it dry, but caught Kurt's eyes. He hesitated for a mere second before bringing his mouth to Kurt's.

Still wet with paint, Kurt's mouth was slippery and utterly delicious. The combination of knowing the lips he was kissing were Kurt's, the taste of Kurt's saliva, and the taste of the paint was enough to swell Blaine's loins a little. He pulled back, seeing the faint red color smudged around his mouth. He wanted to lick the paint away, but thought better of it because he didn't know if it would be weird. Instead, he took Kurt by the hand and guided him to the sheet on the floor.

Kurt followed without problem and knelt down onto the white fabric. Blaine reached over to his bedside table and pressed play on a remote control. His ipod dock turned on and began playing what Blaine called his Boyfriend Mix. "It's a playlist of songs and artists we both like along with some songs that reminded me of you," he told him once. He put the remote back where it was and he began looking through the rest of the paints.

Kurt did the same. He inspected each one. There was a Blueberry, Vanilla, Orange, Strawberry, Banana, Grape, Chocolate, a green one that was labeled Watermelon, and a light teal colored one that read Cotton Candy. When he was done, he went for the Watermelon paint and started swirling a brush in the container.

After a half hour, Kurt had a vanilla, white paint on his face from Blaine drawing lines all over it to make him look like a tribal member, tiny green dots all down one arm from Blaine spraying it on him using the toothbrush, and various designs and marks all over his legs and body. Blaine had more smudge marks than designs because he wouldn't stop touching things or pressing his body to Kurt's. He was very proud of his tribal marks on Kurt's face so he tried to be very careful when he kissed Kurt on the lips.

The whole experience of being a human canvas was very relaxing and exciting at the same time for both boys. They stayed silent for most of the time and the tension broke whenever they caught eyes with one other. Who knew painting could be so sexy and intimate? Kurt thought happily.

At one point Kurt made Blaine lay down on his back so he could paint his stomach. In, what Blaine found to be the most adorable thing ever, Kurt took the grape paint and drew a single line from Blaine's mouth, down his jaw and neck, down his chest and abdomen, and stopping at his waist band line. When Blaine asked what it was, Kurt replied, "It's a happy trail. It's a path that leads to the happiest place on Earth."

Blaine laughed and pulled Kurt on top of him, smudging and meshing whatever wet paint was on both of their bodies. "Nope. Pretty sure this is the happiest place on Earth. This right here." Kurt leaned his head down and gently kissed Blaine on the lips.

Outside Blaine's room

While Kurt and Blaine were having their paint filled bliss in Blaine's dorm room, Thad and James were hanging around Blaine's room outside the door.

"I'm bored," James announced.

"I'm not," said James, who was doing the main part of the loitering. He was listening intently for what might be going on inside the room. So far all he mostly heard was music and a few comments here and there that didn't make sense.

"Is this really all you do? Spy on them and hope that Kurt is going to magically leave his arm candy and go for a one night stand with you?"

"I see it more as an extra studies class. I try to see things from all angles so when the time comes that I can make my move, I'll know exactly what to do. Bedding him isn't like everyone else. I can make a straight guy question his sexuality without batting an eye, but Kurt- he's an entirely different breed."

"You mean that you already tried everything else and nothing worked."

"You could put it that way."

"I'm still bored. I'm going back to my room. You can come if you want."

"Nah. I'm going to listen in some more. I'll come over later."

"Ugh! Seriously. I'm not sure what I see in you. You're pathetic. You're either coming with me now and I'll overlook this one last time or don't come over later. I don't wait around for ass; ass waits around for me."

"Excuse me?" Thad flashed James an annoyed look. "Bitch, please. I'm pathetic? Who gave you the idea on how to split them up? Who pretty much set the entire thing up for you to the point all you have to do is show up? I'm pathetic? Fuck you, I'm resourceful." He got in James' face. "I'm the mother fucking brain to any plan any meddling fuck in this school wants to pull off smoothly. You may think you're the shit with your wannabe Collin Ferrell looks, but don't forget that you wouldn't mean shit at this school if I didn't put you where you are."

James backed down. "Sorry." He looked Thad in the face and took a step back. "Of course I know that nothing we're going to do would be possible without you. I'm just bored, stressed, and a little jealous."

"Don't go getting jealous. What you and I have works without feelings."

"I don't have feelings for you. I'm just saying that I want you in my room without that fucking uniform on and you'd rather listen behind a closed door. So yeah, it makes me re-evaluate my rank. What's better: my bedroom skills or Kurt not knowing you exist right now?"

"Well, you just annoyed the fuck out of me with the pathetic comment, so right now listening behind a closed door ranks higher than you."

"Come on. You know you want me fucking you senseless."

"Not tonight. I'll see you in the morning."

James looked at Thad for a minute, unmoving, making sure Thad was being serious. He was. He swallowed all the spit his mouth, making it dry, and sighed. "Fine."

Thad remained in the same position, watching James walk away. I made that bitch. He needs a reality check every now and then. He turned back to the door and got an idea. He glance back down the hall and James was already out of site. Thad knocked on the door.

Inside the room

Kurt was giggling at the feeling of Blaine gently dragging the paintbrush across his skin. Blaine had taken to sitting behind Kurt and painting designs on his back. Right now he was focusing on tracing his hand in strawberry paint on Kurt's right shoulder blade and then filling it in with the other colors. Kurt kept squirming at how ticklish the brush was making him.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Both boys looked up at the door. "Go away," Blaine called out, thinking it would be one of his dorm mates.

"Blaine, I need to talk to you."

"Thad?" Kurt asked quietly to Blaine.

"Really. Go away," Blaine said looking down at the mess the near naked boys were making.

"It's important."

"I'm busy and I'm sure it can wait a few hours."

"There's something I need to tell you. I'm being nice enough to come to you in person. The least you can do is listen. If you don't want to hear it now, I won't care to say it later."

"Ugh." Blaine kissed Kurt's cheek and grabbed his pants off the floor. "Wait a second. I'll be right there." He slipped his pants on and opened the door once his belt was fastened.

Blaine opened the door and stood in the doorway, blocking Kurt from view. "What?" he asked.

Thad was staring at Blaine's half naked form, covered in nearly every paint color of the rainbow, most of it smudged. It only annoyed Blaine more that Thad took the time to rake his eyes over Blaine's body even after he said that he was busy. "Wow," Thad gushed. "Talk about art imitating life." His eyes were wide.

"I'm busy. What. Do. You. Want?"

Thad put on a caring face. He shook his head like he was shaking the horny feeling out. "Sorry for interrupting you. I know you're in there with Kurt, but I wanted to tell you about James."

"What about him?" Blaine looked like this was definitely a topic that could have waited.

"I've been spending a lot of time with him lately and I gotta say, Blaine, that you should really be careful when it comes to him."

"I'm pretty sure I can handle myself. I've taken him down before." He crossed his arms across his chest.

"Yeah. You punched him. I know. What I mean is: he's obsessed with you. Like, unhealthy obsessed and I'm just afraid that he might try something again. I just wanted to warn you."

Blaine shifted his eyes back and forth with one eyebrow raised in a disbelieving expression. "Why are you telling me this? Aren't you two like BFFs or something? His sister seems to think that you're an item. Why do you care?"

"I care because his obsession with you is freaky. He won't stop staring at you, he doesn't shut up about you, he's got this vendetta against Kurt, and, as a friend, I'm worried about him and what he might do."

"Thanks for the tip. Are we done?"

Thad could tell that Blaine didn't believe him. "Um. Yeah. That's all. Just be really careful around James okay?"

'Uh-huh." He went back into his room and shut the door with a wigged out expression. "That was useless and annoying," Blaine said to Kurt as he took his pants back off.

Outside the door, Thad was smiling. Good. Now when James breaks them up, Kurt will see me in a positive light because I tried to help. He grinned wildly as he slid his feet down the hall. Pathetic my ass. Let's see how easy it is when Blaine won't be spending time near you, James. That's what you get for crossing me, Fucker.

Kurt was still sitting on the floor with his knees tucked up to his chest. He looked up at his boyfriend as Blaine peeled his pants off his legs and listened to him rant about how talking to Thad was a waste of time. Blaine finally stopped complaining when he heard Kurt laughing quietly. "What's so funny?" he asked looking at Kurt's painted face, smudged arms, and paint spackled neck.

Kurt giggled some more. "You," he laughed, rubbing a tear from under his eye, smudging some of the paint. "It's impossible to take you seriously with all that paint on your body." Kurt stood up and scooted over to a newly half naked Blaine. He leaned down as if to kiss Blaine, but quickly shifted his head over to the side of Blaine's face and licked his cheek. "Mmm. Chocolate."

Blaine scrunched his face at the feeling of Kurt's wet tongue on his cheek. He glanced over at the clock on his bedside table. "It's 8:30. Do you want to paint more or clean up?"

Kurt made a noise like he was thinking. "Just to clarify, clean up means shower, right?"

"Of course. I'm sure you'd never subject your clothes to the pain of being put over paint covered skin."

"You know me so well." Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and kissed him with parted lips. He darted his tongue out and grazed Blaine's tongue and roof of his mouth. He could taste a trace of yellow paint. "You taste like banana."

"You taste like vanilla." They chuckled together. "Shower?"

"Yes please." Kurt smiled.

Five minutes later found them staring at each other's face as the warm water turned hot and steam enveloped them both. Blaine tugged Kurt towards him to pull him under the water and watched as the white paint ran off from his face almost instantly.

Blaine took his loofa and covered it in his body wash. Without a word being said between by either boy, Blaine meticulously scrubbed Kurt all over as gently as he could. When he was finished with the loofa, Blaine used his hands and rubbed the soap in, it wasn't necessary, but it made his heart race to touch Kurt like that.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's bottle of shampoo and squirted some in his hand. While Blaine rubbed Kurt's soapy body, Kurt ran his hands through Blaine's curls and washed his hair. He made Blaine step under the water stream and rinsed it out for him.

When Blaine opened his eyes, he saw Kurt making motion for the loofa. A feeling rushed through him and he cupped Kurt's neck and pulled Kurt to him. He opened his mouth and Kurt followed with the same action. He plunged his tongue into Kurt's mouth, massaging Kurt's tongue with his own. He took it back into his mouth when he would close his mouth and reopen it again.

Kurt fought Blaine's tongue for dominance as if the feeling would go away if he were to surrender. Blaine held Kurt close by his waist with his other arm and both boys were able to feel the other's bodily reaction to their steamy kiss. Kurt moaned quietly into Blaine's mouth and he returned the sound with a low groan. He dipped his hips and raised them up again, causing friction between his and Kurt's groins.

Another moan came from Kurt. This one was less sweet and more animalistic. He pulled himself away. "We should finish up in the shower," Kurt said innocently.

"Okay," Blaine said equally as innocent.

Kurt washed and conditioned his hair quickly while Blaine washed his body and conditioned his curls. It took two minutes for both boys to be finished and Kurt to be pressed up against the shower wall, his lips and neck being devoured by Blaine.

Blaine crouched down, dragging his lips down Kurt's body with him. He spread Kurt's knees apart slightly and licked up the inside of Kurt's thigh. He felt Kurt's entire body shiver and he did it again to the other leg. He grasped Kurt's smooth erection in his hand and drew his lips to Kurt's testicles. He moaned and sucked one into his mouth as he began pumping Kurt's dick in his hand.

Kurt's reaction to Blaine sucking the sensitive body part was priceless to Blaine, as Kurt nearly screamed "oh my god" before a series of curse words and moans. It only encouraged him more to continue in his movements. He leaned his head back slightly and let Kurt fall out of his mouth. He knelt up and leveled his face with Kurt's pulsatingly hard dick. Blaine wasted no time in taking Kurt back into his mouth and in one motion, Blaine took all of Kurt's cock into his mouth and Kurt writhed at the feeling of Blaine's teeth dragging the length of his manhood when Blaine pulled out. "Fuck," Kurt groaned. "Oh God fuck."

Blaine, without warning, plunged his head all the way down again and slipped one finger up into Kurt. Kurt elicited multiple moans and curses as Blaine added a second finger.

Kurt could feel the coil in his stomach tightening after five minutes of Blaine sucking and swirling his tongue while fingering his ass rapidly. He forcefully grasped Blaine's hair when he felt he was close. "Oh fuck. B-Blaine. Ahh. I- Oh shit. Blaine s-stop. Fuck Blaine. We need to stop." Blaine didn't stop so Kurt pulled Blaine's head back by his wet curls. "S-stop, baby."

Blaine looked up with a concerned expression and took his fingers out of Kurt, the feeling of which made Kurt tremble and moan. "Come here," Kurt commanded using his hand to help gesture his order. Blaine stood and crashed his lips to Kurt's.

"Why didn't you let me finish?" Blaine asked between kisses.

"I didn't want your fingers to make me cum."

Blaine understood the message and wrapped his arms around Kurt, latching his lips onto Kurt's neck. He stopped and looked back up the Kurt's face. "Do you want to continue this in my room?"

"I brought condoms."

"I have some."

"You do?"

"I bought some earlier today." He crushed himself to Kurt again and Kurt reached to turn the water off. They exited the shower and Kurt was walked out of the bathroom backwards by Blaine who was still kissing him. Blaine guided Kurt to his bed and let him fall back onto it, not caring that both of them were dripping wet.

Blaine reached into his bedside table while Kurt meandered his way up the bed on his back. He took out a single condom and ripped the wrapper open with the help of his teeth because his fingers were too slippery. He waited no time in rolling the encasing onto his hard cock and when he went to grab his bottle of lubrication he saw Kurt already sitting up and holding it. Blaine watched hungrily as Kurt pooled the oil on his hand and tossed it back into the drawer before reaching forward and rubbing it onto Blaine by jerking him off. "I fucking love you." Thinking that Kurt was both sexy and generous by that one act, he tackled him down to the mattress by crashing his lips to Kurt's.

Blaine hitched Kurt's legs around his hips without letting go of Kurt's mouth. "I want you so bad," Blaine groaned.

"Take me. Uhng Take me. I need you inside me now."

Blaine reached a hand between them and used it to guide his dick to Kurt's puckered entrance. He could feel the heat radiating from it. He inhaled a few times; the act of making love still made him nervous, but he loved having this connecting act with the man he loved. For a short while, they were one and that is what calmed Blaine's nerves. That even though it felt amazing, the physical feeling felt like nothing compared to the emotional feeling of going through it together. He opened his eyes and looked into Kurt's pleading face before pushing himself in.

Kurt gasped and moaned in both pain and pleasure. He was getting used to the initial feeling, but he was still new to it, only having been stretched to capacity twice before. "Are you okay, my love?" Blaine asked tenderly and breathing heavily.

Kurt exhaled hard. "Mmnn. Yes." He opened his eyes and saw Blaine's face above him looking for reasurrance to start moving. Blaine brought one hand up to Kurt's face and cupped his cheek before kissing Kurt gently on the lips once.

"I love you," Kurt said.

Blaine pulled out a little and pushed back in, watching Kurt's facial features. "I love you." He was shaking from pleasure and being cold from wetness. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine.

"Keep going, Blaine. Mmnn. You feel so good inside me."

Blaine began slow, pulling out only a few inches and then pushing back in as deep as he could, knowing he'd be hitting Kurt's pleasure spot with every thrust. "You're so sexy when you talk like that."

"Mmnn! Come here." Blaine leaned all the way forward, pulling out all the way to his head and then pushing back in as he did what Kurt asked. "Oh fuck! Hunhg. Shit you feel so good." Blaine continued his motions until he felt Kurt pushing him to his side. "Roll with me. I want to try top."

"Okay." He said it simply because he didn't have the ability to think clearly and come up with a different answer. Blaine allowed Kurt to push him to the side and Kurt scrambled to settle himself enough to sit up while straddling Blaine and still being completely filled by Blaine.

Kurt eventually sat upright and felt Blaine's dick completely against his prostate. He moaned loudly and his eyes rolled behind his head momentarily. "Holy fuck!" he screamed.

Blaine's eyes rolled as well. "Nngg! I know, my love. Fuck you feel amazing." Blaine opened his eyes again when he felt Kurt grabbing Blaine's hands and interlocking their fingers. "You're so beautiful," Blaine said as calm as he could, but still out of breath.

"I love you."

"I love you."

Kurt used their laced hands as leverage and he pushed himself up, almost sitting completely off of Blaine's dick and he dropped himself down back onto it. They both screamed out in pleasure. Kurt kept doing this over and over until Blaine couldn't take it anymore. He was in so much pleasure that it was becoming painful. Instead, he grabbed Kurt by the hips, and bucked his own hips up. He fucked Kurt rapidly, thrusting up and slamming into his beloved hard. "Oh fuck!" he moaned. "Oh fuck! Kurt you're so fucking tight. I fucking love you so much. Ahh! Shit you feel so fucking good!"

Kurt could barely contain his pleasure. He was practically screaming curse words and moans at the top of his lungs. "Nngg! Uhng-Uhng-Uhng. Ah! Fuck me! Shit just like that. Right there. Ahh right there, Blaine. Ooohh! Ahh!"

Blaine let out one last moan before feeling a pool of warmth on his abdomen and chest and Kurt's cries of release was enough to send him into his own pleasure spiral. His tight coil in his stomach snapped and he was able to release himself.

Kurt was out of breath and went limp to Blaine's side after Blaine removed himself from Kurt. Blaine grabbed the sheet that was in reaching distance on the floor and used it to wipe his stomach before turned to his side and cradling the porcelain doll next to him.

Kurt kept a close look on the clock and saw that they wouldn't have time for much pillow talk. They laid in Blaine bed for fifteen minutes, saying sweet things to each other and touching the other's face and body.

When Kurt finally stood up, he walked to the door to retrieve the majority of his clothing. He laughed when he looked at the floor.

"What?" Blaine asked.

"I think people are sending us a message… that or we need to be quieter from now on."

"Why?" Blaine sat up on his arms. Kurt bent over and picked up a condom in it's wrapper and tossed it over to Blaine.

"Seriously? Someone put that under the door?"

"Um…" Kurt picked up another and tossed it at Blaine. "Not one…" He picked up another and tossed it.

Blaine swung his legs over the side of his bed and stood up. He saw what Kurt was looking at and couldn't help holding his stomach because he was laughing so hard. There had to be a least fifteen condoms on the floor all wrapped and many of them were different brands, colors, flavors, and textures. "I don't know if I should be annoyed or thankful."

When Kurt returned home later that night he was exhausted. His father was waiting up for him.

"11:01 Kurt. You're late."

"Uh. I would have been walking through the door at 10:58, but I'm kind of limping right now. Sorry Dad." Kurt turned toward the staircase and headed for them to go to his room.

"Why are you limping?" Burt asked.

Kurt blushed, but his father didn't see, to Kurt's thankfulness. "I, uh, I fell at the restaurant. We were dancing and I tripped over my own feet. You know me, I have your feet, not mom's. Anyway, I fell really hard. I'll be fine in the morning."

"Oh. Well, do you need something? Tylenol? Water?"

"No, but thank you. I'm just going to go to bed. We're still on for working tomorrow right?"

"If you're feeling alright, absolutely, but if not we can delay the agreement."

"I should be fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah Dad. I love working in the shop with you."

"I know what you mean. There's something about getting dirty that just makes a man feel like a man."

Kurt smiled and blinked a bunch of times, taking his father's comment WAY out of context. "Yup. Getting dirty…" He laughed nervously. "I'm going to go to bed."

"Good night, Kurt."

Kurt went upstairs and immediately took out his phone. K-Thanks for a great date. : ) It was so good I can't walk right. ; D

B- David came over after you left and handed me a playboy magazine with all the pages stuck together. He said that being forced to listen to us kept him busy for a while. I'm pretty sure he glued the paged together, but it was funny.

K- Too bad we can't have a repeat performance tomorrow.

B- I'll make it up to you. Brunch on Saturday morning? I'll take you shopping too.

K- Deal.

B- I love you.

K- So this will be a no sex date?

B- Well, I don't want you to think that's the only reason I'm taking you out. LOL

K- But it is the only reason you're taking me out

B- But I don't want you to think that.

K- LOL And that's why I love you :D I had a really great day.

B- I love you too. I'll text you in the morning.

K- Good night Blaine

B- Sweet dreams, my love.

B- P.S. You are such a great fuck.

K- AND the sweet moment is ruined. LOL

B- Sorry. : )

K- Greatest thing in the world = cumming on your chest while getting fucked up the ass by your enormous dick.

B- Thanks now I won't be able to sleep because I'll be jerking off to that thought.

K- You welcome. I'm going to pass out. Hope it's not too hard of a night for you.

B- *can't stop smiling* Love you so much

K- Forever?

B- And always. Xoxo