"You're just so beautiful," I whispered to him, fingers ghosting over his neck, making him shudder. I pulled away and looked my square in the eye, all flirting gone. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked honestly. I didn't want to pressure him into anything since he was the hesitant one.

He smirked though and tilted his head so perfectly in the dim lighting so that his eyes were dark and his face was glowing. It made my stomach twist.

He put his hand on my thigh and pecked me again before answering, "You're the one who begged 'Fuck me.'"

I felt a slight blush spread over my cheeks. "I didn't know you were there!"

Blaine smiled again and slowly climbed over me, balancing his weight on his arms. "I didn't know you wanted it so bad." He glanced at his phone to check the time since my clock was broken (thanks Finn!). "So it's 8PM, what time are your parents and Finn getting home?"

"9. We have plenty of time."

Blaine stroked the side of my face again, adoration seeming to flow from his fingertips. "I do love you Kurt."

"I love you so much too," I responded before breaking his balance and letting him fall on top of me so we could embrace. I loved the feeling of his weight on me, so heavy and solid. I felt him starting to nudge against my inner thigh and I knew he could feel me growing against his stomach. His teeth grazed against my ear. Suddenly his lips were trailing down my torso, idling at my abs. "Have you been working out?" he asked.

"Mm-hmm," I replied, unable to form real words right now because I knew that if I dared to I would emit a pathetic type of whine.
Without any warning Blaine did this thing with his hands where he kinda rubbed the palms up my thighs while he nuzzled his face into my thigh, his lips brushing against my hard-on as he did so. In short, it felt real good and I almost exploded right there. By some type of super-human strength though I was able to contain myself... mostly.

"I want you!" I suddenly screamed a bit. Good going there Hummel. Smooth.

I winced, waiting for him to laugh, instead his mouth was instantly back on mine, tongue nudging past my lips.

I didn't even realize I was grinding so hard against him until he was moaning unashamedly into my mouth. My arms were shaking as I attempted to tighten my hold on him even more, wanting every part of him.

"You're going to top Blaine. Right now, okay?" I whispered to him, holding his face for a moment. He didn't respond other than attacking my face again while reaching over into my bedside table and groping blindly at the cluttered contents.

"No, not in there," I exhaled, trying to continue the kiss, talk and thrust upwards. I tired to breath too, but that wasn't really working out. "Wallet."

I could feel Blaine grinning against my lips.

"I just wanted to be prepared!" I gasped out, close to hyperventilating from lack of air.

"Kurt? Are you okay?" he asked, pulling back slightly.

His big puffy red lips were not helping.

"Fine," I stuttered. "Just go get the condom, I'll be fine."

As he shuffled off of me to run over to my wallet, I told myself to focus on my breathing; but seeing his pert little ass moving around, the dimples highlighted so nice in the dim light and then his big cock, erect and ready for me.

About to be inside me.

I closed my eyes, needing to inhale. I allowed myself a few half hearted strokes just to keep up the feeling and within 10 seconds I felt the bed depress and Blaine's body back on top of me. His gripped the head of my dick and rubbed his thumb over it a few times.

I groaned a bit, biting my bottom lip and purposely letting it slide out from my teeth.

"Good lord Kurt, you can't do that," Blaine joked, voice so deliciously husky. "Are you sure you want me to top? Because I am just so insanely turned onto you right now."

I pondered that for a moment. Though I would love to totally pound into Blaine and watch him squirm under me, I still wanted him to have the pitcher role because... I wanted to know that he wanted this. That he was in control of the situation and wasn't going to back out.

"No, I need to feel you inside me. Some other time it can be me," I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him close. "And there will be more times, Blaine. I don't care what happened with your friends and how sex always ruined relationships, we're better, we're made for each other and we're in love. I will never say goodbye to you."

Blaine's face lit up into a huge smile, eyes glistening a bit in the corners and I knew I mirrored him. He slowly rested his head on my shoulder, hips in the air as he rolled the condom on. I stroked his hair, curly and free of gel from the unplanned shower.

"Ready?" I whispered low. He nodded against my shoulder and then his fingers were kneading into my backside. I felt a fingernail at the entrance and I forced every muscle in my lower half to go totally limp and lax.

A gasp.

I was confused for a moment because it was Blaine who gasped.

"You just... whatever you just did. You're just so... vulnerable," he said in an odd tone. "Do you need me to-"

"No, keep going. I trust you."

Deeper and deeper. I expected it to hurt and it did, like fire. He pulled out again slowly, spitting on his fingers then working me again. So much better now. It still hurt, but the coolness of his fingers helped me through it while he moved and separated his digits in me.

"I'm ready," I said to him. I wasn't sure if I really was stretched enough since this was my first time, but I knew I wasn't going to last any longer.

I closed my eyes again, trying to loosen my muscles even more as Blaine popped open the lube and spread it on himself. Suddenly something larger than his fingers was being pushed inside me. It was tearing me apart. Oh god, that wasn't going to fit, no way, no way.

"Kurt?"

"Keep going."

"Are you-"

"Blaine! Keep going."

My nails were digging into his shoulder as I continued being ripped apart from the inside out. Then I remembered to relax. I released all the tension in my muscles and once again Blaine gasped, obviously feeling the change.

"Blaine," I murmured.

"Yes?"

"Fuck me."

My hands rested on his thighs now and he began pressing in even farther now, then out and back. The pain was subsiding quickly and I tried moving my legs around so get more comfortable. So far I wasn't sure what was so great about this just yet. I mean, the totally shocked and lust filled face of Blaine was priceless, but I didn't know what I was supposed to get out of this yet.

Blaine slowed his hips down a bit and adjusted his angle.

That's when I felt it.

It was like my stomach collapsed into a tight ball and everything just exploded into "YES" which I apparently screamed out.

"Right there!" I panted. I had never felt anything so fucking wonderful. His long dick rubbed so perfectly against a little node that made me tremble and practically white out. Sweat popped out of my forehead and everything was so sensitive. I felt like I could count every fiber of my Egyptian cotton sheets with my toes, every flake of skin on Blaine. I sensed my orgasm creeping up in my veins. Everything was so intense, more so than a blow job or masturbating because this meant something. Everything we were doing meant something to me. Like when I kissed Brittany, it never felt special because I didn't care for her intimately; though the first time Blaine ever kissed me was like the entire world had vanished.

We stared at each other, a bond just flowing through us. I could tell he was getting close by the way he was pulling practically all the way out then pressing back in.

I lifted my hips a bit higher to wrap my legs around him and keep his wild hips closer against me.

"Tell me when," I breathed out to him as he removed one hand from my hip and took hold of my erection, pumping quickly. My mouth dropped open a bit, the muscles lax, needing more air. Suddenly Blaine's mouth was on mine, saliva pooled in the corners, but it didn't matter because we were both okay with it and so close to coming.

"Kurt-"

"I love you Blaine," I had to say.

"That's it, oh god," Blaine grunted out, sweat coating his whole body and slicking the indentations of his taunt stomach. I couldn't not touch, nails cutting through the sheen of sweat and making the freshly marred skin redden. "I'm right there, Kurt, right there, are you?"

"Oh yeah, Blaine, oh god Blaine."

His hips were moving so fast, but he was buried so deep inside, barely retracting as he moved so beautifully. My entire body moved with him making the bed squeak and shake, headboard smashing against the wall. So much sound, but that didn't even begin to coverup the sound of our loud breathing, groaning, and grunting.

Music.

My arms wound around his neck, fingers digging into his scalp as I pulled myself up to meet his body, my back arched up from the mattress. His hands went flat against my back as he pulled our bodies into a more vertical position. He held my body moving me up and down on his member all the while thrusting painfully hard into me. I felt the warm rush of him coming in my ass, filling the condom, his hips stuttering forcefully. Before I knew it, I was there too, body clenching everywhere, forehead pressed against Blaine's hot collar, as my contents spilled onto Blaine's chest. His hands were rough against my tender, super sensitive flesh as my orgasm overtook my body. My thighs spread far apart while I continued to straddle him and ride out our climaxes.

Then everything seemed so quiet. Ever so slowly I planted my feet on the bed and lifted myself off of Blaine's lap so that he slide out. I hissed at the sudden feeling of emptiness, but it was resolved because within the next second he embraced me again, nuzzling his face against mine. Odd, yet comforting.

"You're perfect," he said randomly.

"Thank you," I laughed.

I closed my eyes and let our sticky bodies relax against the other. His hands made soft lazy circles on my back. I copied his movements, massaging more in his shoulders. I could practically see the afterglow radiating from our entwined bodies and I wanted to stay like that forever, just holding that perfect man...

That is, until I heard the distinct sound of my front door opening.

My eyes shot open as I listened. It was muffled, but I could make out Dad saying something along the lines of "Worst car show I've ever been to," and a sound of agreement from who I presumed was Finn.

"Shit, shit, shitshitshit," I murmured as my heart began to race. "They're home early."

I was off Blaine in a flash and he tried to follow then remembered that he still had the condom on. "Uh, Kurt?"

"What babe?" I said quickly, throwing pillows back onto my bed.

"I'm going to sound like an idiot, but how do I get it off without, you know, like, spilling?" he asked impishly.

I blinked. I wasn't sure either. "Um I-"

"Kurt?"

"Don't answer!" I hurried to say to Blaine, automatically putting a hand over his mouth. When I felt the coast was clear I continued, "Here, I'll just-" My hands fluttered awkwardly around his dick. I decided to just go for it and was able to pull it off of him and only got a bit on my fingers which I stupidly wiped on my bedspread in my haste.

Blaine and I ran around my room, throwing on our clothes and trying to stay quiet.

"I'll be right down," Finn called from what sounded like the bottom of the stairs. I heard the loud clomping of his feet as he sprinted up. I flicked the light switch off and covered Blaine's mouth again, waiting.

I felt cool slime on my hand. I jerked my hand away to reveal Blaine smiling with a goofy grin. I punched him in the arm before wiping his saliva on his shirt.

"We need to sneak out," I whispered. "They think we're on a date!"

Blaine grinned, white teeth glowing in the moonlight streaming in from under my window shade. "Let's go."

He took my hand and opened the window. "After you," he said. I stepped out warily, legs shaking. "Kurt, comon', just move over to that ledge and we can jump down, no problem."

"I can't."

"What?"

"I-I can't move, I'm frozen. I've never snuck out before."

I blushed, then heard him chuckling.

"You're so cute!"

I looked up to glare at him, then vertigo took it's toll.

"Blaine!" I called out in a panic as the house seemed to slant sidesways. He jumped down next to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "You okay?"

Now that you're here. "Yeah."

"Okay," he said, getting his footing on the ledge. "And now we'll hop down from here. Alright? Easy-peasy."

"Yeah, easy-peasy," I repeated.

"We'll jump together okay? On three?"

"Three," I said numbly. Was the second floor always so high up?

"One, two, three!" And Blaine jumped.

I didn't.

He still held my hand though so I got dragged down with him, landing heavily on the grass.

"No offense, but what the hell Kurt?"

"I thought you said to jump on 'go?'"

"I said three!"

"I thought you meant like, 'one-two-three-go'?"

Blaine sighed. "Nevermind, are you okay?"

I wiggled a bit, testing my limbs while I sat up. "I'm fine. I'm just going to have a huge ass bruise on my side."

"Hello?" I heard my Dad call out.

"Hey Dad!" I said as cheerfully as I could muster, running over to the front of the house and ignoring the stinging in my side. "Blaine and I got home early from the movies, he was just dropping me off."

"Hello Mr. Hummel," Blaine said cheerfully, sauntering over to me. "How was the car show?"

"Horrible! There were about 3 cars for auction and both were practically broken beyond repair. Then most of the show was like a floor-show for car accessories like attachable steps and..."

"Blaine! Do you want to stay for dinner?" Carole asked cheerfully. "I'm making chicken."

"Sure!"

I forced myself to not remind him that we still had dried cum on our chests which had not been wiped off yet, but I bit my tongue and followed him into the house.

"Honey, if you want some private time with Blaine, I would suggest not having him park his car barely a block down," Carole whispered to me as I began pulling out dishes.

I felt a blush burn down to my collar. Blaine and my 'alone time' was a bit spontaneous and he was supposed to drive us to the movies, so we never thought to move it.

She winked at me and patted my shoulder. "Don't worry, Burt was so worked up about how bad the car show was that he didn't realize it was Blaine's car, and you know Finn. But next time, just be careful... and I mean that in every way mister," she added at the end.

I blushed even deeper.

"Thanks... Mom."

She kissed my hair. "No problem sweetheart."