It was unseasonably warm for December thirty first. Blaine was definitely taking advantage of this as he jogged around his neighborhood, iPod tucked away in his armband, and headphones secure in his ears. He loved his morning jog, it was so relaxing and just so…freeing.

As he rounded the corner and turned onto his own street, he slowed down his pace. His curls were plastered to his forehead and his whole body was covered in a layer of sweat but he felt great. Running outdoors was just so much better than a stupid treadmill.

He slowed down to a walk when he approached his driveway and punched in the code to open the gate when he got up to it. As it slid open, he shielded his eyes from the glare of the sun and looked around. He took in his neatly manicured lawn, his house, his winding driveway…and sighed. He was well aware that his house had a certain aesthetic appeal but to him, it was just an empty house. His parents wouldn't be back for a couple more days, and the staff was still off on holiday. He closed the gate behind him and jogged up to the front door, ignoring the melancholy feelings that were creeping up because that wasn't what today would be about.

It was New Year's Eve.

And he wanted to make it special for Kurt.

Kurt.

Just thinking about him made Blaine smile. Was it normal to feel this way about your first boyfriend at sixteen? Blaine knew he was head over heels.

He made his way up to his bedroom and started peeling away his sweat-drenched clothes right away. He felt a slight heat coil deep in his belly when he glanced at his bed. He had to pull his eyes away and not think about what could happen tonight if Kurt ended up staying the night.

He couldn't help it. He was a teenage boy and in love and his boyfriend was sexy. They had already done more together than he had ever dreamed he'd get to do at this age and god, it was all so incredibly hot that he thought about it all the time.

Now would be the time to be forever grateful that Kurt was a gentleman and stayed out of his head unless given permission. Because Blaine was sure Kurt would think he was an absolute horndog if Kurt knew what Blaine thought about some…most….well, all of the time. Maybe not all. A lot. Quite a bit. Often enough. Dammit, he couldn't help it that he was sixteen and his hormones were off the charts and his boyfriend was willingly giving him sex. Best. Boyfriend. Ever.

By the time he had turned the shower on, and the water had warmed to an acceptable temperature, his mind had wandered enough that he was half hard.

He stepped under the spray of the showerhead and groaned. Another thing he loved about his morning runs. The shower afterwards. It just felt so good to have the heat of the water spray over his tired muscles and wash the sweat and grime away. Plus, he had a fantastic showerhead.

Blaine lathered up his loofa and slowly began gliding it over his skin. Up his arms, over his neck, around the back of his neck. He paused when he started on his chest, and roughly thumbed a nipple. Biting his lip he leaned back against the wall—the cold tile a harsh contrast from the warm water—and let the loofa drop from his hand.

He closed his eyes and let his hands slowly roam down over his stomach, fingers twitching when they'd reach the coarse (neatly trimmed, of course) hair but he kept his hands away from his cock for now. Splaying one hand over his stomach, the other reached up to pinch a nipple and a sigh left his mouth.

Kurt still hadn't ventured into sucking or playing with his nipples yet, which was something Blaine hoped he'd do soon—because his nipples were incredibly sensitive. He bit his lip and gave a hard twist, imagining Kurt pressed hard and wet against him, mouth attached to his chest and he groaned probably louder than he should—suddenly really thankful that he had the house to himself.

The hand that was on his stomach dropped to his cock and yes, finally he wrapped his hand around himself. His hips jerked almost involuntarily and he slowly began pumping his hand, while soft sighs escaped his mouth. A jolt of pleasure shot through his body as he ran his thumb over the head of his cock at the same time as he twisted his nipple and he moaned Kurt's name, suddenly imagining Kurt on his knees in front of him and oh god.

He knew what it felt like to have a cock in his mouth and jesusohgod, he tightened his grip and started pumping faster because he wanted, wanted, wanted Kurt's mouth wrapped around him so badly. He was having a hard time staying upright—his knees were starting to buckle—and he slammed his hand that wasn't wrapped around his cock against the shower wall. His hips began thrusting in earnest, matching the tempo of his hand, and he was all out moaning a litany of Kurt's name.

He came shouting Kurt's name and sagged against the wall, tired and spent. After taking a few moments to catch his breath he pushed himself off from the wall and quickly shampooed and conditioned his hair. What he really wanted was a nap—running and orgasms always made him super sleepy—but he had to get ready for Kurt, so he had to hurry up and get dressed.

Blaine put his headphones back on and strapped his iPod to his arm, his body immediately responding to the loud bass beat that started playing. He shimmied his way down the stairs and slid across the floor, bopping his head along to the music.

Another reason he was glad his parents and the staff were gone. He could be a complete idiot and no one would see him.

He danced his way to the kitchen, twirling and bouncing along the way. He sang under his breath, rocking his whole body around the kitchen while he checked to make sure he had everything ready.

Finger sandwiches?

Check.

Champagne?

Check. (His parents wouldn't even notice a bottle missing)

Strawberries dipped in chocolate?

Check.

Blaine smiled and resisted rolling his eyes at himself. So, he could be a little romantic. He wanted their first New Year's to be special and he knew Kurt would appreciate the effort he put into it. He just had to make sure to secure any breakables in his bedroom…

That thought stopped him in his tracks from his wild dancing. Good thing, too, because he was well on his way to building up a sweat and he had just taken a shower. Somehow, sometimes it was easy to…not forget about Kurt's… abilities, but just… not think about them.

He was still surprised at himself at how okay he was with everything. He still didn't know Kurt's full story, and he hoped that tonight they'd actually have a chance to talk, but still. Kurt didn't freak him out at all. If anything, it made him fall just that much more in love with him because of it.

And, god was he in love. He sighed and sagged against the counter. Thinking like that about Kurt did funny things to his heart. And put a stupid smile on his face. He shook his head and grinned even wider. And resisted the urge to do a happy dance.

Geeze. What was with him today?

His phone vibrated in his pocket—effectively shaking him out of his love struck daze—and he paused his music. He was still smiling when he saw it was a text from Kurt.

BLAINE! Open your damn gate or I'm turning around. I don't think your parents would appreciate it if I opened it myself. WHERE ARE YOU?