There was something different in the air. Blaine felt different. Not like he was a new person, but…different. It was an indescribable feeling. He tucked himself back into his pants and watched as Kurt did the same, wondering if Kurt felt what he did.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked, looking at him strangely.

Blaine flinched, bringing himself out of his daze. Kurt's tone of voice was more questioning than caring. "Yeah. Fine. Great actually." He was trying to not smile as big as he wanted to. He settled for a friendly expression, but allowed his nerves to show as well. "You?" He realized how stupid and innocent he sounded asking that and looked away, itching the side of his head.

Kurt shrugged. "Fine. I only ask because you've got a weird look on your face."

"What look?" He sounded nervous again. He thought he was acting cool.

"Like you want to cuddle," Kurt said flatly and raising an eyebrow. "You don't want to cuddle, do you?" He swallowed. Cuddling was not something he did. He thought it was an odd, unnecessary action. Not to mention he didn't want to give Blaine the wrong idea.

Blaine sniffed and stiffened, trying to appear manlier. "Pff, no. Why? Do you?"

"Uh-no."

"Yeah, me neither."

He's lying, Kurt thought and rolled his eyes. Fuck, I really screwed it up this time. But he's so cute trying to act like he doesn't care. Shut up! No. He's just another notch on your belt, just like every other guy. Except you see him every day. Damn, what happens now? Do I ignore it and pretend like it didn't happen, or make him hate me? There is always the possibility that he can keep it casual. No. That will never happen. He's too pure. His inner monologue continued on and on, jumping back and forth between wanting to ruin the moment and not wanting to kick Blaine out of the house only to not call him and then ignore him on Monday. He licked his lips and watched Blaine absently start to fumble with what to do with his hands. His lips were still swollen and bruised. Beautiful, he thought. "So how do you feel after orgasming for the first time?"

"That wasn't my first time," Blaine admitted.

"I meant that this was the first time you orgasmed because of someone else."

"Oh." The feeling of inexperience was prevalent and Blaine knew that no amount of feigned confidence was going to mask that.

"So, how was it?"

Blaine smiled a blushed. "Er. Um. Great." He didn't sell it enough. It didn't sound great.

"Just great?" The taller boy cocked an eyebrow again and mimicked the way Blaine said it.

"I mean awesome. It was awesome! So much better than when I-" He blushed again and stopped talking. Man, I sound like an idiot. He was nervous.

This made a cocky smile spread across Kurt's face. "Good. I'm glad." He waited a beat. "If it makes you feel better, for someone who'd never done it before, your skills were rather impressive." Kurt was massively underselling Blaine's ability to suck a dick because if he was being honest with himself, while it wasn't the kinkiest, it was the best one he'd had in years. He was so attentive and careful. It wasn't about being hot while he did it. He made it about wanting to pleasure me. It was nice for a change.

"Really?" Blaine's expression changed to that of a Labrador puppy, excited at any form of praise. It was answered by a nod of the head from Kurt and then awkward silence afterward.

Kurt's eyes took one look at Blaine's shirt and he looked back up at his face. "Take your shirt off."

"What?" Blaine's eyes went wide, anxiety and shock ran through him. Did he want to go for round two? Already?

Reading Blaine's expression, he rolled his eyes and spoke slower. "Take. Your. Shirt. Off."

"Why?"

He tried not to chuckled or smile, but his lips twitched anyway and his next comment sounded a little on the cheery side. "Because my jizz is all over it."

"Huh?" He tucked his chin in and saw the drying evidence that he did indeed blow Kurt. "Oh. Yeah. That." He quickly, yet carefully pulled the shirt over his head and held it, not knowing what to do with it. The embarassment made his ears burn.

"Come on. I'll let you borrow one of mine." He moved past Blaine and stopped halfway out of the room when he realized Blaine wasn't with him.

"It's okay. I'll just wear my hoodie home." Kurt flashed him a look with raised eyebrows that dared Blaine to even try to say no to him and Blaine dropped his shoulders in defeat. "Or, um, I could, you know, wear whatever you want me to," he coward nervously.

"Good choice," Kurt replied flatly. He turned and motioned with his head for Blaine to follow.

Kurt's room was huge. It was in the basement and he had the entire floor to himself, including his own bathroom. Everything was in various shades of white, grey, and black. His furniture was impeccable and very mod. It looked like a picture out of a magazine. "I'll take that," he stated, motioning his hand out for Blaine's T-shirt, which was turned over immediately. He tossed it in his own hamper. Blaine was too preoccupied with gawking at everything in Kurt's bedroom. "Are you into fashion at all?" He already knew the answer based on the clothes he'd seen Blaine in before."

"Um. I like watching fashion shows online and Project Runway, but I don't really have a knack for it. I sort of wear whatever." He paused to gage Kurt's reaction. "But I like shoes. I have tons of those," he quickly added.

So, I noticed.

"Ever hear of Vogue's Couture Closet?"

"Yes."

Kurt walked over to two double doors in his room. "Eat your heart out, Vogue." With that he opened both doors and revealed what was obviously a sectioned off part of the basement that was now Kurt's personal walk in closet that was more like a mini store.

"Oh my God!" Blaine really wasn't so into clothes, but even he had to shed a tear at this site. Kurt was all smiles and followed Blaine around with his eyes as Blaine oo-ed and ahh-ed at everything. "Are these real?" he asked when he started to look closely and saw all the designer labels.

"What do you think?"

Then it was like the heavens opened up and a light shown down on one wall that was covered in pairs of shoes. He almost didn't want to touch them in case he'd ruin them. "Crocodile Gucci loafers?" Blaine beamed. He'd wanted a pair of those for years. "What are these?" he asked when he got to a pair of shiny, bejeweled, house slippers.

"I got those in India when my aunt took me last year. They're hand made and one of a kind. They're made for the wearer only. Cost me an entire years worth of saving last year. Could've gone on a shopping spree, but no. I had to have the shoes because it was something I'd never seen before.

"The jewels are real?"

"They better be."

Blaine took an even closer look still. "Wow. Ruby, garnet, Safire. Do you ever wear them?"

"Around the house mostly, but only from time to time. They're not exactly the best house slipper, but they were so pretty and unique that I had to buy them."

"I don't blame you."

Kurt left Blaine at the shoe wall and started pawing through the vast amount of shirts he had hung up here, there, and everywhere. He selected three and brought them over to Blaine. He held each of them up to his chest and settled on a black button down with no sleeves. "Put this on," he commanded while he sauntered away to put the others back.

Blaine's eyes followed the tiny sashay that Kurt's waist made and his lips curled into a small smile. He quickly pinched his lips together and looked down so that Kurt wouldn't catch him. Upon turning his gaze downward, he caught the label on the shirt. "Kurt this is Armani."

"I know."

"You want me to wear this?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yes."

"But, I'm not going to be wearing it that long anyway." Kurt looked at him playfully and winked. He added a quick kiss to the air to be extra seductive. "I mean, I'm just going to take it off when I get home." Just like before, Kurt flashed him a demanding look and Blaine sighed before stringing his arms through the holes. "I don't need to dress in designer clothes to-"

"You're not going home. Not yet anyway."

"I'm not?"

"No." Kurt started taking his shirt off and swapped it with a light purple v-neck tee. He grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans off his jean wall and pulled them on after peeling the ones he already had on off. "It's Friday night and your plans were to go home?"

"Well, my plans were to hang out with you, but we've already done that. I guess I hadn't thought about making after plan plans."

"We're going to celebrate."

"Celebrate what?"

"You just committed your first ever sex act. We're going out; what do you want to do?"

"We're celebrating that?"

"Do you want to call it something else?" He sashayed back over to Blaine and gazed deeply into his eyes with bedroom eyes of his own. Kurt palmed Blaine's package and rubbed gently.

Blaine gulped, stammering through his words. "Um, we could celebrate the end of our fight."

Kurt took his hand away and winked. "I'm pretty sure we'll always be fighting." It was the honest truth because Kurt knew that, at least, he would always be fighting with himself for doing the right and wrong thing when it came to Blaine. He'll always want him; with luck he wouldn't slip up, but when he would, he'd treat Blaine like dirt to push him away. But for now, just for today, he could pretend that the fight didn't have to happen right now. Plus, his mind was still sex addled and seeing Blaine in his clothes and touching his semi-hard cock wasn't helping. He decided that he was already being naughty today, might as well make a thorough job of it.

Blaine grabbed Kurt's wrist, inches from his growing erection. A young teen's stamina and virility was an amazing thing for a virgin. "W-what did it feel like? When I, ya know?"

"When you what?" he knew exactly what Blaine needed right now, so he lowered his voice to a husky register and turned back to the shorter boy, bringing his fingers to Blaine's belt and sliding his hand inside the open flap. He was still in awe of Blaine's incredible size and his own erection grew at the thought of sucking on it and being fucked by it. It was a thing of beauty in Kurt's eyes. His cock twitched in excitement when his hand delicately traced Blaine's dick. "When you came all over my hand and screamed my name?" His fingers curled around him now, gripping tightly. "Or when you dropped to your knees and started blowing me?"

Kurt was way too good at this seduction thing. It took nothing, it seemed, to put Blaine in his place as a pile of mush. He moaned softly as Kurt started pumping his fist slowly.

The taller boy slinked to his knees and looked up through heavy lidded eyes at Blaine while he continued to jerk him off tantalizingly slow. He released Blaine from his boxers and jeans, which were far too tight now. With his mouth positioned at the head, Blaine could feel Kurt's breath as he continued to talk. "Or was it when you let me come all over your chest?" His tongue slid out of his mouth and flattened against the head of Blaine's penis, lapping up the bead of pre-come.

No words were able to come to mind for Blaine. Nothing. His mind was completely blank and all he could see was Kurt. His breath left him, hot and wet, at the feeling of Kurt's tongue on him again. Any rational person would say that they were moving way too fast because they hadn't known each other long, they were barely friends, and Blaine only had his first kiss a week ago. But they were seventeen with raging hormones and Blaine was entranced by Kurt.

"Hmm," Kurt murmured. "I wonder how much of you I can take." He grinned like a Cheshire kitten. "Want to find out?"

Blaine's eyes were dark and lust blown. His lips were parted and he nodded as he brushed Kurt's cheek as Kurt had done to him earlier. Kurt giggled and mouthed kisses along his length before taking the head into his mouth. With each thrust of his head, Kurt tried to take Blaine deeper and deeper. He saw it as a personal triumph if he could swallow every last inch. His head pulled off and he coughed, gagging himself momentarily.

"You okay?" Blaine asked, having a hard time keeping his thoughts straight.

"Just longer than I'm used to, that's all." Instantly, Kurt plunged himself down again and again, not really caring if Blaine was experiencing any sort of pleasure, because he was too busy occupying himself with the task at hand. I'm going to do this, if it kills me, he thought. I'd be able to do this if my tonsils were out. It was a random thought, but Kurt was determined. He sucked and sucked, hollowing out his cheeks. Blaine's hand was weighing heavy on his shoulder when Kurt felt it tapping him. He ignored it. Then Blaine's voice was stuttering out words mixed with heavy breaths and moans, but Kurt ignored those too. It wasn't until he felt the warm liquid shooting down the back of his throat that he realized what Blaine had been trying to do.

Kurt swallowed every last drop before releasing Blaine from his mouth and staring at the now red cock, which was quickly going limp. He looked at it with a frustrated expression, feeling bested and not liking it. I'll have to do that again soon, he thought, challenging himself and knowing Blaine would never say no.

Blaine was breathing heavy, but peering down at Kurt, who looked like he was seconds away from glaring at his groin. Did I do something wrong? he thought, hoping he wasn't going to ruin something. He quickly, yet gently, tucked his sensitive member back in his pants and zipped up his fly. "I-is everything okay?" He questioned nervously.

"Fine." Kurt sounded like he should have been saying "whatever" with the attitude he had. He was still glaring at Blaine's crotch.

"I'm sorry if I did something wrong. I've never had that done before and it was a new sensation, so I'm really sorry if you're mad that I didn't do something I should have or that I didn't last longer."

"No. It's not you. It's me."

Blaine shifted his eyes, not entirely believing him, but Kurt taking the blame was something new so, he continued with the conversation. "Come again?"

"You're so big."

The pair of honey eyes shifted again in confusion. "Thanks?"

"I wanted to deep throat you, but you're too big. I'm frustrated because I couldn't do it."

A sigh of relief came from Blaine's lungs. "Oh, thank god. I thought I did something wrong."

"No. You were fine." Kurt rolled his eyes and got up off his knees, feeling that praising Blaine too much would make it harder for Kurt to be a jerk later.

"Why did it mean so much to you that you could d-" He couldn't say the words out loud just yet. It was still uncomfortable, "-do that?"

"Because it was a challenge and your dick is so god damned gorgeous that I wanted it to be perfect. I should have been able to do it, but you're so long and thick."

Lines formed between Blaine's triangular eyebrows when he pushed them together. "I'm confused. I don't know whether to apologize or say thank you."

"Don't thank me. I didn't do anything fabulous yet."

Blaine followed Kurt as he started to walk away. "Um… You got me to come in less than five minutes. That's pretty fabulous."

"Not that big a deal. I could do it in two if I really tried."

"Two? Wow. That's impressive."

"For me, yes, but for the guy, no. They usually get pissed when I do that because they aren't able to savor the moment. It's gone before they even have a chance to settle into it."

"Then why do you do it?"

Kurt stopped abruptly and turned back to Blaine, who didn't stop fast enough and ended up too close to Kurt's face. "I only do it when I don't want to return the favor, but am guilted into it."

"That's awful. You should never be pressured."

Kurt just looked at him for a long second, still somewhat frustrated, and changed the subject. "So where do you want to go?" He turned again and started walking out of the closet with Blaine following him.

"Go?"

"We're celebrating? Remember?"

Blaine had all but forgotten everything. "Oh yeah!" He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "What do you usually do on a Friday night?"

"Gay bars, but you don't have a fake ID on you, do you?" Kurt shut the large double doors with a click.

"No."

"Then we'll keep it PG-13 then."

"Um, what sort of things are you into?"

"Gay bars."

Blaine laughed, wondering if Kurt was joking. "Anything else?"

"I really want to have another crack at your dick again tonight because this is still bugging me."

Kurt's sudden obsession and openness with sex acts worried Blaine. He understood the raging hormone thing, but this wasn't it. Blaine's first reaction was to run to the bathroom to try to get hard again for Kurt, but there was something a little off about Kurt and sex. "What about a movie?"

"Friday nights are busy at the theaters. I couldn't blow you there."

"No. I meant to actually watch a movie."

"Why would we do that?"

"Are you always like this? Sex on the brain?"

"Most of the time, yes, but the fact that you have a huge penis and I failed at something I tried to do, bothers me."

"I don't think I've ever had someone mad because of the size of my penis before."

"How is it even that big? You're so short and skinny?"

"I was born with it? Why do you want to dee- do that- anyway?"

"Why don't you want that? It's one of the most amazing feelings when you're taken in whole."

"Virgin, remember? I don't know what anything feels like. Well, now I know what two things feel like."

"Whatever. I'll try to let it go. Have you decided what you want to do?"

Listening to Kurt talk about being guilted into performing acts on men made him feel bad for Kurt. It started to make him understand why he might have been so forward with the flirting and everything else. Maybe sex is how he got what he wanted. That made him feel even worse. He didn't know if he was right or wrong about his thoughts, but it still made him feel bad nonetheless. "You know what? Why don't we hang out here? Just chill out and watch movies or something?"

"That's what you want?"

"Yeah. I'm kind of beat from boxing today and I don't want to go out smelling like Icy Hot." He was partially telling the truth. He really didn't want to go out because he wanted to spend time with Kurt, the real Kurt, and not the one that pretends to be someone he's not in public. "So…? What do you think? I know it's not your normal upbeat Friday night, but I'm sure we can find something fun to do."

"Okay."

"Really? You're fine with it?"

"Sure. I promised we would celebrate and do whatever you wanted, so if you want to stay in, then that's what we're going to do. But can I make one small addition?"

"Of course."

"I'm breaking out the wine. I'm used to drinking on Fridays."

"Oh. Okay. Yeah. Whatever you want. I mean, I can't because I have to drive home later, but you can have at it." Blaine wasn't sure if drinking made things better, but he was positive that he was happy that staying in with Kurt Hummel would be a good thing.

Blaine didn't have a curfew because he very rarely went out and hung out with friends, but Blaine still called home and said he was hanging out at the Hummel house. His parents couldn't have been more thrilled that Blaine was friends with the Congressman's son. His parents cared very much about appearance and being friends with people in high places. This was something that actually made them happy because Blaine had made a connection that they would have made, even though Blaine didn't see it the same way they did. They also had no idea that Kurt Hummel was gay.

Kurt brought out snacks and drinks, wine for him and soda for Blaine. They put a movie on and played chess during the whole game. This was a game that Kurt was actually good at, but the more he drank, the more he'd lose. For the second movie, they decided to really watch it and sat on the couch, but by the middle of the movie, Kurt was almost done with the entire bottle of wine and becoming very affectionate.

When the movie had started, they were sitting apart on either side of the couch. As the movie progressed and Kurt would get up to pour another glass of wine, he'd sit down closer and closer to Blaine. When they were finally next to each other, Kurt put his arm around Blaine. Then his head went on Blaine's shoulder. Then he started nuzzling Blaine's neck. Blaine tried his best not to respond because he wanted to show Kurt that he could be around him and not expect to fool around the entire time. While he was extremely happy with the turn of events prior to the movie, he felt it was more important to be emotionally available instead of physically right now. That was when Kurt decided that Blaine was wrong and was annoyed that Blaine wasn't responding to him the way he wanted.

Determined, Kurt got up and stood in Blaine's way. He stared him down then moved to straddle his lap. Blaine, powerless, let him, but protested a little when Kurt started to kiss his neck passionately. "K-Kurt. The movie."

"Fuck the movie," he said and went back to sucking on the hollow of Blaine's neck.

"Buh, ung, but it's just getting good."

"Then you can watch it. I'm busy." His hips started to grind and roll against Kurt.

"W-we don't have to do anything more. You already made me come twice."

"Mmm. Told you." He rolled his hips again. "Wanted to suck your dick again. I have to get it right."

"Pretty sure you already got it right."

"No. I have to get the whole thing." He moaned into Blaine's neck as he ground his hips down again. "You're so big. It's fucking hot."

"Kurt, you're drunk. Maybe we should slow down."

"Maybe you should relax and stop being a prude."

"I just think that this is moving a little too fast for me."

Kurt stopped everything and leaned back, his eyes shooting daggers at Blaine. This was where Blaine knew he said the wrong thing. They were going to fight and he knew this time, because of the level of intoxication of Kurt, there would be no happy medium resolution tonight. "It wasn't too fast when I jerked you off. It wasn't too fast when I blew you. I'm kissing you and now it's too fast?"

"No. Kurt. That's not what I meant."

"It was perfectly clear what you meant." He got off of Blaine and shut the TV off.

"Kurt, please, you're drunk and I don't want to ruin this."

"I'm not that drunk! And you already ruined it. Way to go, friend. You know what? You're just like everyone else. I thought you were different, but you are no different than every other guy. You get what you want and then forget everything else after that. It was okay that got you off twice, but when I want to do something, you're suddenly not into it. You're a seventeen year old boy with hormones and I'm hot. You don't want this? What are you straight or something?"

"Kurt, stop. That's not what this is. I just wanted to spend time with you. It has nothing to do with me not wanting you."

"It has everything to do with it."

"How? We fooled around twice already tonight and I thought tonight was about us being friends. I didn't want you to think that I was using you."

"Well, that's exactly what you did."

"I'm sorry! Can we just-"

"You can go."

"What?! No. Kurt, this is stupid. I want to hang out with you. We were having fun up until this point."

"Take your clothes off."

"Excuse me?"

"If you're going to stay, take your clothes off."

"I-I don't- Why?"

"Do it."

"You know what? I feel sorry for you. I don't know if this is the alcohol talking or what, but I really liked you and thought what we did together was special. At least it was for me because it was my first. Now, I don't know what to think because whatever you're doing, this isn't you and I'm not going to call you names because that would be counter productive right now, but the way you're acting, how you're treating me; It hurts and I don't like it. I didn't do anything wrong. Of that I'm sure. I don't know what happened that made you think you had to keep performing for me."

"I didn't have to. I wanted to." Silence. "Why don't you just go home, Blaine? Go home."

Blaine eyed him somberly and eventually nodded his head. He grabbed his hoodie from the side of the couch. This felt so wrong. He went up to Kurt, who stood completely still and seemed to look right past him, and kissed his cheek. "Thank you for everything else. Dinner was delicious and what we did meant a lot to me. So, thank you."

Kurt clenched his jaw and released it. "Goodnight, Blaine."

"Yeah. Good night."

…

After Blaine left, Kurt sat on the couch in silence for a very long time. Even being a little drunk he knew that what he did was harsh, but necessary. He was no good for Blaine and while he did a thorough job of completely ruining his chances of ever having a friendship with Blaine, he felt that somehow, maybe that was for the best. He wondered what Blaine thought about how he acted and about the things he said. The kiss on his cheek that Blaine gave him still felt fresh, but he didn't want to touch it in fear that the feeling would go away. He wanted to have it for as long as allowed. It was the little things that meant so much to him because big things, like accepting love from people like Blaine Anderson, were concepts that Kurt had long decided he could never have or reciprocate.