Later that evening, Kurt had made dinner for him and his father, but halfway through, his father called and apologized, saying that he wouldn't be home until tomorrow and his phone was dead and couldn't call earlier. When he asked why, Burt, his dad, said that weather was keeping his plane on the ground for the night. Kurt was mad, so the baked risotto he was cooking was put right in the fridge when it was finished because he didn't want to eat it alone. He pouted because he really needed one of Burt's precious father/son talks. He wanted to talk about Blaine and he felt he had no one else to talk to. It was hard being closeted to everyone, but your father, and Kurt felt lonely most of the time since Congressman Burt Hummel spent the week in Washington, D.C. They had a wonderful relationship, but politics was getting in the way of Kurt's happiness. He had friends, plenty of them, but his dad was his best friend and his rock.

By 7:00, he was growing bored of sitting around the house on a Friday evening, something he hadn't done in a really long time. So, he decided to leave early to go across town and sneak into the gym in hopes that he'd catch Blaine in the boxing ring. To his delight, he watched Blaine wail on a speed bag like he'd been doing it for years. He was in a pair of bike shorts with baggier shorts on top of them and a gray tank top. A sheen of sweat covered his body and muscles were bulging out of his arms.

After a long day, and perspiring probably several times because of all his activities, Blaine's perfectly gelled hair was becoming loose and his dark curls were giving way. Some plastered to his forehead.

"Anderson!" Someone, probably a coach, called out. Reflexively, Blaine stepped back and let the bag swing on its own, careful not to be in its range of motion. "You're up!" Blaine jogged over to the man and let him wrap his hands for him while he spoke to him about something Kurt couldn't hear. Blaine just nodded a lot. The man pulled a helmet over Blaine's head and slipped a mouth guard into his mouth. Another teen, one bigger than Blaine, about the size of many of the jocks at McKinley, joined him in the ring. They went back and forth with punches and blocks.

Kurt found it difficult to watch at times because he didn't want to see the short brunette get hurt. He only cringed more when he saw Blaine mess up and take a shot to the kidneys. The blow made him wince and drop to the floor instantly. Back and forth, back and forth, the two teens went with punches, jabs, and blocks, with Blaine looking like he was taking the brunt of more than half of them. By the time he exited the ring at eight o'clock, Blaine definitely looked sore. That's when Kurt slipped out of the gym and waited outside the sub shop, where he told Blaine he would be.

Blaine walked out with his gym bag, with wet hair, wearing a different outfit than he had a school, not nearly as preppy as he looks in school. He wore jeans, a t-shirt with a picture of a Rubik's cube on it, and a zip up hoodie. He honestly looked surprised to see Kurt. "You came," he said, sounding flat, yet still a little pleased.

"I said I would."

"I feel like I shouldn't point out that you don't exactly have a good track record."

"Well, since we only made plans one other time, I guess I'm one for two on the showing up scale. That's me being where I said I would exactly half the time. So, that's something." Kurt was trying to be light and perhaps a little funny.

It worked. Blaine's expression softened and he let himself smile a little. "Better than nothing, I supposed." They headed into the shop.

"Right. Better than nothing," Kurt repeated. "So! Dinner?"

"Uh, yeah." Blaine turned to look at the menu board, as if he didn't already know what they served because he came here so often.

"Hey, wait." The skinny teen had a thought. "You know, my dad was supposed to be home for dinner and I cooked this meal, but he didn't show because of bad weather or something."

"And?"

Kurt thought for two more seconds, weighing his thoughts out on how stupid they may be. "Well, do you want to come over and maybe have dinner at my house? It might be better than what they serve here."

Blaine flitted his eyelids, reading between the lines of what Kurt just offered. Dinner. Alone. No parents. Empty house… Where is he going with this? He sighed and decided he was too tired and sore to fight the topic. "Um. Okay. I guess so."

Kurt smiled. "Great. I'm an awesome cook, if that helps."

Food. Good. At least he's talking about eating and not something sexual.

"I'll follow you? My car is in the lot."

"I know. I parked next to you."

Blaine looked at him curiously. "You need a pass to park there. It's private property."

Kurt smiled wider. "Being the congressman's son has its perks."

Blaine turned his face away and smiled again, trying not to let Kurt see the full effect. He didn't earn that much yet. "Lead the way, your highness," he said in a grand gesture to poke fun at the boy in front of him.

Dinner at the Hummel's was much more delicious than an everyday sandwich, Blaine decided. "Was it weird that I had two servings and drank three glasses of water? You barely ate one serving."

Kurt smiled and drank the last bit of water in his own glass. "No. Aren't you supposed to be a growing boy or something? I take it as a compliment. If you didn't like it then you wouldn't have eaten so much, right?" Blaine nodded with a smile. He finally let Kurt off the hook for the day's happening because he was actually having a good time, despite trying not too. "Besides, I'd imagine I'd be famished after getting my ass kicked in a boxing ring like you did."

A look of shock spread over Blaine's face. "You saw that?"

Kurt smiled, proud of himself. "Yeah. I was bored and came early. I hid in the back and watched. You're really good, even though you spent most of the fight on the floor." He chuckled.

Blaine itched the back of his head. "Yeah," he dragged the word out, feeling a little embarrassed. "The guy I was fighting, Justin, has been boxing since he was about six or eight. Some age like that."

Kurt's eyebrows squished together. "Then why were you fighting him? It doesn't seem fair."

"Exactly. Coach found out about me fighting in school today and as a punishment for fighting with someone who didn't stand a chance against me, he did the same to me." He shifted in his chair, the hardness of the wood wasn't helping him recoup. He winced for a second.

"Are you okay?" The high pitched boy actually looked concerned.

"I'll be fine. Justin got a couple really good shots in and I'm a little sore, I guess."

"Why didn't you say something? Should you put ice or a heat pack on, or…?"

"Usually I put Icy Hot on for a bit then I wrap ice packs on whatever hurts and before I go to bed, I sleep with a heating pad. It's usually better by morning."

"That's intense."

"It works. Besides, it's worth it. I wouldn't have been able to defend myself against your friends at school and I wouldn't be in such good shape without all the things I do."

Kurt twisted his mouth. "They're not my friends, you know." He paused to gage Blaine's reaction. "Well, some of them are, but not even half are people I like. Karofsky's not bad and Shane, if he can get past the glee club thing, is a pretty good guy. Ian is the worst. He's got little man syndrome to the T."

Blaine laughed. "Tell me about it. He over compensates for his small stature." Blaine adjusted himself in his chair again. This was nice. Talking like normal people was nice. "Can I ask you something, without you freaking out on me again?"

Kurt's lips curled inward and he looked innocently at Blaine, while secretly hoping it wasn't about the kiss. "Sure."

"What is this?" He gesture between them. "Are we on a date?"

NO!

Kurt thought instantly, but knew better than to yell that out. "Well, I'd like to think that this is me saying I'm sorry and it's us becoming friends."

"Friends," Blaine tried the word out. He let it roll around in his head. "I think I can get behind that." They smiled at each other.

Kurt really liked it when Blaine smiled. His eyes lit up whenever he did and it made Blaine even more attractive than he already was. His honey eyes often seemed brighter and Kurt thought that there were few things prettier than shining gold. He watched Blaine wince one more time. The discomfort was obvious by now. "Why don't you go sit on the couch, I think we have some Icy Hot in our medicine cabinet."

"It's okay. I can handle it until I go home."

"Nonsense. Take your shirt off and sit on the couch. That's an order."

Blaine smirked. "Yes, Nurse Hummel."

He searched through the mountains of over the counter products that they had in the medicine cabinet and in a container under the sink. He finally found what he was looking for and when he went into the living room with his tube of muscle rub, he was greeted with the site of a half naked Blaine, rubbing his own shoulder. I'm going to regret this; he thought and bit his lip as he walked over. "Does it hurt much?"

"Not too much, but enough for it to be annoying, you know?"

I know the feeling. You make me feel the same way.

"Okay, the floor might make this easier."

Blaine took the implication as a direction and he moved from the couch to the rug and clutched his knees to his chest, giving Kurt a full view of his back and shoulders. When his mother rubbed his back with anything, he was put in this pose because it gave the easiest spread of skin.

Kurt on the other hand, only saw this as Blaine being flexible and realized he was staring at the way the chandelier lighting bounced off his skin and made him look even more gorgeous than the lighting in the locker room. He blinked back thoughts, knowing he should never have done this and he should know better, but of course he was going to go against his own morality. Burt told him not to throw himself around and respect himself, but Kurt thought to hell with that a long time ago. He didn't think it was in anyone's best interest for him to pursue Blaine in any sense because he knew he'd ruin him. His natural instinct was to want to ruin him. He did. He truly wanted to take advantage of him and ruin him for anyone else. That way, he'd always belong to him in a sense. But the better half of him didn't want that at all. The moral side wanted to leave Blaine alone and let him be happy because he deserved to always be as innocent and na�ve as he is now. Unfortunately, that was the side that was always being pushed aside because wrongness is viable and goodness, in his experience, is more often than not, unreliable. Also, it never suited Kurt to be Robin Hood. To him, only bad things came from him doing well. His life was ruinous like that. So, he only looked out for himself and his father. His father was always able to be counted upon and he loved him. Nothing bad ever came from loving his father.

Coming back to reality, he knelt behind Blaine. "Okay. I'll just-" He opened the tube and squeezed out a sizable amount of the lotion. Instantly, his nostrils were invaded with the scent of menthol. Gross. "This smells like Vapor Rub."

Blaine chuckled. "I think they have similar ingredients. I don't mind it. I like the scent."

"You do?"

"Yeah. It's silly, but it reminds me of being sick as a kid. I never minded be sick because it meant I didn't have to go to school. I could cuddle on the couch with my blankets and watch cartoons and sleep all day. I miss that."

Kurt cleared his throat. "Yeah, I like the way it smells too," he lied. Why the hell did I say that? It's not even close to being true. "Where do I start?" He rubbed his hands together and felt a cold sensation on his skin.

"Um. Shoulders please. Then maybe work your way down? You really don't have to do this, you know."

"Please, I already have this shit on my hands." They both laughed together and Kurt put his hands on Blaine's skin, feeling it for the first time. He was smooth and warm. Kurt slowly massaged the lotion into Blaine's skin, working meticulously on the tight, sore muscles. He couldn't remember the last time he actually spent enough time with a guy to give him a massage. In his experience, a massage was a slow way to initiate foreplay. However, recently, foreplay was something overlooked too. He missed foreplay. Hell, he missed this. Maybe he needed to learn to slow down.

That was when Blaine moaned. "That feels really good."

Kurt's eyes flicked off to the side, trying to be cool and calm and not show any signs that Blaine's sound of pleasure wasn't turning him on. That was the sexiest sound I'd ever heard. Blaine wasn't helping Kurt's inner struggle at all. He tried to convince himself that this time, this time, his moral side would win out and he and Blaine could just be friends. He could have this, right? This one time, Kurt could have one friend that he didn't hook up with. Maybe he could control himself and not screw this up.

He worked his hands lower to Blaine's lower back where light bruises had formed. "Um," he began, trying to sound comfortable, "This might hurt a bit more. You're bruising."

"Yeah. Maybe we can skip that section. My sides, where my ribs are could use some too. I can do that if you want." His voice was soothing and low. Anything Kurt had done had a calming effect and it felt really nice to just relax for once. Usually he did this himself and it was difficult. When his mother did it, it was quick and, frankly, a little painful. When Kurt did it, it seemed somewhat intimate and gentle. He moved his hands like he cared deeply.

"I've already got this stuff on my hands. I can do it." He squeezed more Icy Hot onto his hands. "How do you want to do this?"

"I can stand or lye down."

"Why don't you lye down. It might seem less awkward and I can probably work it in better than standing at an angle."

Blaine agreed and laid down flat with his arms parted a small ways from his sides. Kurt looked down at Blaine and thought for a second. How am I supposed to put this on comfortably? Kneeling on either side of him was awkward and he'd end up on all fours over him or looking like he was going to flip him like a pancake with his hand motions. Then it hit him. He'd have to be on him to get the right angle. He hadn't thought of this before saying he'd rub Blaine's sides. Maybe standing up would have been the better choice.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked. He caught Kurt staring at his bare skin and arched up and back onto his elbows.

"Nothing. Just trying to figure out how to- Um." All he could smell was the menthol from the rub and he didn't want to stop touching Blaine's soft and dreamy skin. His attempts at trying to be moral were failing. He'd never seen anything sexier. Fuck. He's so- I want him so bad. His stomach tightened uncomfortably knowing his will power was faltering and he was becoming aroused. He didn't want to hold him and cuddle with him. He wanted to fuck Blaine Anderson senseless and then toss him out with nothing more than a 'This was fun. Goodnight.' No. No. I don't want to make that mistake. I can't.

"Just come here," Blaine said, leaning on one arm and wagging his fingers to motion Kurt.

The corners of Kurt's lips tugged up the smallest of increments. "Oh for Christ's sake," he laughed, pretending to be playful. He scooted over and lifted a leg over Blaine's lap. He sat back, but pitched forward a bit, putting his hands delicately on Blaine's side ribcage. Straddling Blaine Anderson, the gorgeous, kind hearted person, was not what Kurt should have been doing with his Friday night. He should be at Scandals right now getting hit on and felt up by strange, good looking men. Or better yet, since his father was gone, he should drive into the city and go to one of those gay bars.

But no. This was where his actions had lead him: being intensely close and on top of Blaine Anderson, who had his shirt off and getting massaged from Kurt. Yeah, this is what you should be doing right now, he thought sarcastically in his head. You're an idiot Kurt Hummel. You're only going to hurt him. You better not screw this up. Fuck, he's so gorgeous. He dropped his eyes down, for what he thought was a brief second, and looked at Blaine's lips. They were so full and lush. Kissing him had been exhilarating and like a bomb going off inside him because of released tension. No doubt kissing him again would be the same. He could only imagine what having sex with Blaine would feel like. Now, more than ever, he wouldn't mind finding out. Nope. Stop it. Stop thinking about him naked… and… shit you can't have sex with him! Kurt had resorted to screaming at himself in his own thoughts now.

Kurt gulped and it caught Blaine's attention. He opened his eyes and saw Kurt looking longingly at his mouth. He knew what happened the last time that happened. The last time Kurt looked at his lips they kissed and then Blaine became a pariah to him. It was awful, but even a weeks worth of Kurt's behavior wasn't enough to make him not want to lean forward and kiss Kurt again. He would know how to handle it this time, right? Kurt didn't want a boyfriend. That was simple enough to understand. All he had to do was lean forward, kiss Kurt, and then not make it weird. It wasn't impossible.

Then he thought about how good it would feel to call Kurt his boyfriend and how "casual" wasn't something he thought he could do and he knew that he couldn't kiss Kurt and remain "just friends." No. He wanted more. He wanted a relationship. But in this moment, looking at Kurt's downcast eyes, with this incredibly handsome young man in his lap, and his hands all over him, his teenage hormones would win out. It took exactly one second for him to forget about the consequences and pushed his face forward.

Kurt's lips were soft and plump like small pillows that were meant for Blaine's lips alone. They both exhaled in unison as if their lips touching were a long awaited desire they had both been harboring that came to fruition. Blaine parted his lips and leaned to his left, putting all his weight on that arm so he could raise his right hand to cup Kurt's face.

One touch. That's all it took for Kurt to realize what was happening. He pulled his body away and turned his head. "I have to wash my hands," he said, trying to sound uncaring, but guilt and nerves were able to be picked up in the tone. He got up off of Blaine and walked out of the room, heading to the bathroom.

In the distance, Blaine could hear water running, but he remained on the floor, wondering what went wrong and why Kurt stopped it. He was staring at Blaine's lips just as Blaine stared at his. Didn't he want to kiss Blaine? As the minutes ticked away, Blaine stood up and grabbed his t-shirt, thinking that perhaps he misread Kurt. He knew Kurt wouldn't talk to him about it, so asking was useless. He liked Kurt. For reasons he didn't know why, he harbored a soft spot for him. Maybe it was because Kurt was the first person to pay any attention to him. Maybe it was because Kurt was his first kiss, but Blaine knew he liked Kurt before they kissed. He knew he was attracted to him the moment he first saw him across the cafeteria. The more he thought about it, Blaine didn't know when it was that the switch happened. But for whatever reason, he had feelings for him now and wanted to see where they went.

The only problem was Kurt. Kurt seemed to like Blaine too, but he was so up and down with his emotions and actions that it made it hard for Blaine to understand anything. What made it worse was that Kurt didn't want to talk about any of it either.

He heard the clanging of plates and he discarded his shirt again, not putting it back on to begin with. He wanted to try to get Kurt to talk and based on the way Kurt looked at him when he was shirtless, Blaine thought he'd get further along with less clothing than more. Seduction… this was a new concept for Blaine, but he knew he had to start somewhere. I can do this, he thought and headed for the kitchen where Kurt was now cleaning up the plates from dinner.

He made a stop in the dining room and picked up some stray items that didn't make it into the kitchen with Kurt. He brought them over to the sink where Kurt was rinsing plates off and dumping whatever was left uneaten on the plates down the disposal. Kurt didn't look up or make any indication that he knew Blaine joined him, even though Blaine put things in Kurt's line of vision. Kurt had spaced out.

Blaine wasn't sure what to do. Start talking? He didn't know. In the end, he didn't know what to say so he decided to go on a different course of action. He moved behind Kurt and slipped his hands around Kurt's waist.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked rhetorically.

"I'm not really sure. I'm just sort of doing whatever I think feels natural."

Kurt didn't remove Blaine's arms but he did go back to rinsing off dishes. "You know, usually a guy gives you a green light before you advance on him."

"Wasn't that what you staring at my mouth was? A green light?"

"And me walking away was a red light."

"You haven't told me to let go of you yet. That's a yellow isn't it?" Blaine brought one hand gently to Kurt's chest, feeling the heart beating beneath. It was beating hard and fast. It was then that Blaine knew Kurt was putting up a front. Either he was lying to Blaine about something or he was nervous, maybe even both.

"Why did you kiss me? Didn't you learn anything from this week?"

"You don't want a boyfriend, I get it. But you can just say that instead of being a douche and then asking me on a date, giving me a massage, and kissing me back."

Kurt turned the water off and dried his hands on the towel on the counter. He unraveled Blaine's arms and turned to face him. "This isn't a date, I gave you a massage because I felt bad, and I didn't kiss you back."

"Right. And you didn't sneak into a private gym just to hide and watch me either."

Silence. Blaine had gotten Kurt there. "Look, I told you. I want to be friends. Nothing more."

"You never said 'nothing more.' Actually what you said the first day we met was that you can't molest someone who wanted the attention. Well, I'm giving you attention and you're giving me mixed signals. You spent over a week hitting on me, then you kiss me, twice- once when we were naked in the showers, and suddenly everything changes. I didn't do anything wrong, so that means it isn't me, it's you. So, what's the big deal?"

"There's no deal. I just don't want you clinging to me."

"Did I ask you to be my boyfriend?"

"No."

"Then stop acting like I did."

"How many gays do you know? Other than me."

"What does that matter?"

"It matters that I'd be willing to bet that you don't know any other gays and you're only acting like a little school girl with a crush because I'm the only one around."

Blaine shook his head in disbelief. "You are unbelievable and you couldn't be more wrong. First off, I have another gay friend: Eli. And there's nothing going on between us. I may be acting like I have a crush on you, but that's only because you gave me a reason to. But don't worry. I won't do anything again because you've made it perfectly clear now that you want nothing to do with me." He had thrown his hands up in surrender, and then abruptly stomped off to the living room to retrieve his shirt.

As Blaine left the room, Kurt yelled after him. "I didn't say that. I said I wanted to be friends. Stop being a drama queen!" What was it about Blaine that made him so angry so quickly? He pressed his lips together hard and crossed his arms. His body was practically vibrating out of his skin with annoyance. He couldn't let this go. Instead of standing there, waiting to hear the sound of the front door close because Blaine had left, Kurt pounded his feet on the floor, his voice raised loud, following Blaine into the living room. "You never even said that you liked me!" he shouted "What am I supposed to think? That you only want me for my body?" He finished his question upon seeing Blaine's back to him, tugging his shirt over his head.

With a calm, yet biting tone, Blaine shot back. "Well, from the way you talk, it sounds like you don't have a problem with that."

Kurt's face twisted. That hurt. "Why did I even invite you here?" He said aloud to himself.

"You call me a drama queen? You can't make up your mind. You say you don't want me clinging to you, I'm acting like I have a crush on you, and that you have no obligation to me because you're not my boyfriend. Then you turn right around and say that I only want you for your body. Which one is it because they both contradict themselves? Either I have feelings for you, or I don't and only want you physically." He wasn't looking at Kurt. He had put his hoodie on as well and was still facing the couch instead of Kurt. "I wish you would stick to one story and tell me what you want."

"What I want?!" Kurt went over to Blaine. He knew his argument was flawed and outlandish, but at this point, he was more or less just saying the things that came to his head first because he wasn't really thinking so much as acting. "What do you want? Do you even know that?" His hands physically turned Blaine around, facing him now.

"Are you taking crazy pills? Seriously? What have I been doing this entire time? I didn't think I had to tell you I liked you. I figured it was implied by letting you do and say those things to me all the time. Not to mention I drew you that picture, pretty much telling you how I felt. How can you even stand there and question my intentions? I've been nothing but-"

Kurt's lips were on Blaine's, stalling his infuriated rant. The kiss felt more like the kiss in the locker room, fierce and full of tension. It seemed to both boys that this was how things went for them: a tender moment, a fight, then an angry, yet lust filled make up. After it happening twice, it was becoming a pattern.

Blaine felt it was Kurt's fault, but Kurt felt it was all Blaine's because he frustrated him so much on several different levels.

One of Kurt's hands was fisted tightly into Blaine's t-shirt from having pulled him closer. The other was holding the back of Blaine's neck, keeping him firmly in place. Tongues darted hungrily at one another, almost fighting as if in a jousting match. It was an unusual act for Blaine. He'd only kissed someone, Kurt, one other time, twice if you count the disaster that happened ten minutes ago, and it was similar to this one: hungry and mad. He had only thought of kisses as romantic up until now, but kissing Kurt brought out a side in him that he wasn't used to.

Though his thoughts were mostly blank, Blaine had fleeting instants of feeling something close to hating Kurt. Well, he wasn't close to hating Kurt so much as hating how Kurt made him feel and what he allowed Kurt to do to him emotionally. He often felt duped into something, like this evening and being there now with Kurt. He was mad at him; so, why did he forgive him so easily and agree to dinner? Look where it lead: another fight and another kiss that would no doubt end in yet another fight that would last a week. Would that be their continuing saga? Blaine hoped it wouldn't be because that would mean he would be forever stuck in this feeling of being powerless to Kurt Hummel. It only angered him more and he gripped his hold around Kurt's waist tighter.

Unlike Blaine, Kurt was no stranger to this kind of forceful, lustful action. What he was a stranger to was the feeling in the pit of his stomach that he shouldn't be doing this. But he couldn't help it. He lost control once again. He was furious with Blaine and anyone could take their pick of why and they would be right. But on the other hand, he wanted him. He physically wanted him. The level of irate energy coursing through his veins only ended up running a surge through his groin and it turned him on. Blaine's insults and annoying childish rants made him horny and with the amount of attraction he already had for him, Kurt couldn't help himself. He bit down on Blaine's lower lip and pulled, tugging and sucking at the skin.

Blaine responded with crashing his mouth back to Kurt's and sucking on Kurt's tongue carefully dragging his teeth against it when it retracted. He moaned. His boxers were growing tighter and he was sure that Kurt would have been able to feel why. If nothing else, he knew Kurt was in the same position. With Kurt's tight pants, it wasn't hard to feel his arousal growing.

The lips Blaine wanted so desperately left his own and started to nip at his neck. Uncareful and pleasurably painful bites were marking his skin. He moaned louder still.

"You want me," Kurt stated, surging down and sucking a spot purple on Blaine's collar.

"Yes!" The shorter boy could only manage a loud groan because he couldn't control anything right now.

"Say it," he demanded. "Tell me."

"I want you. I want you so bad."

Kurt dropped his hands from Blaine's shirt and neck to his belt. He was able to hear every clinking sound of the metal latch when he pulled it apart, the zipper being dragged down, and the fabric being spread open with force. He brought his lips back to Blaine's as he slipped one hand up Blaine's shirt to feel his chest and abs, something he'd wanted to do since he saw the magnificence that was under his gym shirt on his first day of school.

He dipped his hand into Blaine's boxers and cupped his balls, massaging them, kneading them with his palm and fingers. Then he dragged one single finger from testicle to the tip of Blaine's cock, testing the length. For as short as Blaine's stature was, his dick was achingly stretched longer than eight inches. 9. Maybe 10, Kurt thought, gasping at the idea. His hand wrapped round and gripped it tight, finding the circumference to be wide as well. He imagined for a second the amount of prep work and stretching needed to be able to accommodate Blaine's grandiose cock. The thought was quickly erased because Kurt was sure that fucking Blaine or impaling himself senseless was out of the question. He wouldn't allow it.

Blaine moaned again and again at the touch of Kurt flicking his wrist and jerking him off. He'd done this to himself many times, but the feeling of someone else doing it, was infinitesimally better. The longer it lasted, the more his skin felt as frail as paper and he could feel every touch of Kurt's hand on his abs and cock fifty times more than normal. He felt drugged somehow and Kurt was the cause.

Kurt was sure that Blaine wouldn't have lasted very long because of his inexperience, but he was surprised when Blaine lasted much longer that he thought. He continued to kiss at Blaine's neck, inhaling the scent of his body wash. When Blaine's breathing became labored and he physically felt Blaine's body tensing more and more, Kurt brought his lips back to the moaning boy. He quickened his pace with his hand, letting his grasp slacken a little because he knew the tightness of his grasp would only hurt Blaine once he came and began to soften.

One, two, three more pumps of his hand and Blaine was moaning uncontrollably into Kurt's mouth. He'd never came that hard before. It was overwhelming and invigorating at the same time.

Blaine pulled back and Kurt saw his kissed bruised lips. Their swollen look was a side effect of one other act he wouldn't mind doing with Blaine right now. He reached over and grabbed a tissue off the side table near them and wiped his hand clean of Blaine's come. "Knees, darling," he purred against Blaine's lips, kissing him one more time. Without question, Blaine dropped down and started working on Kurt's pants. "Do you know the basics?"

"I think so."

Kurt grinned and brushed the side of Blaine face. It was a gentle action, like one would do to a pet while saying 'good boy.' As much as Kurt hated it, being this cocky person had it's moments of fun and excitement. Like now. "Just be careful with the teeth." He leaned down, holding Blaine's chin, and kissed him once more before gently guiding his head forward. He exhaled happily at the warm feeling of Blaine's mouth. Being on the receiving end of a blow job was a particular pleasure of his. He felt in control with one hand behind Blaine's neck and Blaine on his knees servicing him. It was a powerful feeling. It easily overpowered the knowledge that Kurt would probably spend a very long time regretting every bit of tonight. But, for now, he felt power and lust. If he really thought about it, which he wasn't because he was too busy focusing on the gorgeous creature sucking his dick, he'd admit to himself that a large part of his triumphant feeling was because it was Blaine on his knees and not some other guy. He'd wanted Blaine since he first saw him. Blaine was so sexy and innocent. Blaine was the kind of vulnerable that Kurt could eat up without chewing. And, as predicted, Blaine was easy prey and not in the least bit hard to catch. The hardest part was trying to shake him off. Tonight would, no doubt, not make it any easier.

Blaine had scene porn movies before. He was a seventeen year old boy and not much different than any other guy at McKinley. He thought about sex often enough, but just now, he never knew when his chance would come. Blaine was thankful for the movies at this point because he really had no idea what he was doing. He merely mimicked what he saw other men do on the websites videos he masturbated to in the privacy of his own bedroom.

He wasn't entirely sure what he was supposed to do with his tongue, but he figured he was doing the right thing based on Kurt's heavy breathing and soft moans. Every not and then, Blaine thought he heard Kurt say something like 'oh yeah' or 'fuck that feels good,' but he was trying to concentrate so, he wasn't sure.

Blaine used one hand to knead Kurt's balls and the other to pump what he couldn't fit into his mouth. His cheeks hollowed out and he sucked again and again. Once, Kurt stopped him for a second to say, "hey hey. This isn't a race. You can go easy on me."

He did as instructed, but it took a couple seconds to realize that Kurt was telling him that he was too good at felating him and if he didn't slow down, Kurt would come embarrassingly quick. Blaine decided to give Kurt a break and try something different. Since Kurt was completely without pubic hair of any kind, something Blaine thought was strange, but not necessarily a bad thing, Blaine decided to try something else he saw online.

Taking his mouth off of Kurt, but keeping his hand firmly around the base of his dick, Blaine mouthed against Kurt's balls and let them fall into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around, rolling it gently and keeping close attention to his teeth. The last thing he wanted was to hurt Kurt. Very delicately, he started to suck. His hand started to pump Kurt's cock up and down.

Kurt moaned. Blaine had been much better at this than he thought. Especially having someone pay as close attention to his testicles as Blaine did. After a minute, he switched back to sinking his mouth down over Kurt's cock. He was much less enthusiastic this time because Kurt had asked him to slow down previously.

So perfect, Kurt groaned in his head. So fucking hot with your lips on my dick. "Uhng," he moaned. "Uhng, I'm close." His stomach was tightening and Blaine kept sucking, hollowing out his cheeks and awaiting his prize. "Oh fuck. Fuck. I'm gonna come."

Blaine continued to jerk his hand back and forth, but he took his mouth away and looked up at Kurt, wanting to see his face. Seconds later, Kurt was spilling over the edge and coming all over the collar of Blaine's shirt, but Blaine wasn't completely aware of this. He was too busy focusing on Kurt. His eyes were shut tight, but there was a smile on his face. Like he was happy. When Kurt finally opened his eyes, to see Blaine still kneeling at smiling up at him, Kurt ran his fingers threw Blaine's hair and helped him up. He kissed him softly.

This was the kind of kiss that Blaine was expecting all along, not the lust filled ones he received before. He knew it would be fleeting though because that was Kurt's pattern. Blaine let himself feel this one happy moment because he knew that once they parted, Kurt would be different.

He was right. As soon as they pulled away, he watched as Kurt's expression changed. He wasn't smiling anymore. Kurt was Kurt again and their pleasurable moments had passed.