Road To Love: Chapter 13

When Kurt had agreed to let Blaine play "just one game" of Halo with Finn, he had been unaware that one game could potentially last longer than 3 hours. Blaine had tried to escape a couple of times, but Finn hadn't allowed him to move, insisting that the game wasn't over yet.

In the meantime, Kurt decided to use the time as an opportunity to make sure that he would be all set for Dalton by the time mid-semester break was over. He bought all his school supplies online, and read up about the history of the school, which did nothing apart from making him more nervous. Kurt was a straight-A student, but the curriculum at Dalton seemed far more challenging, and he wondered if he would actually end up getting to spend any time with Blaine at all.

At around 6pm, Kurt heard Rachel's voice drifting from the living room. Grateful for the distraction, he closed his laptop and headed downstairs. After greeting Rachel with a warm hug he decided to start on dinner, but Finn announced that he already ordered Pizza. Kurt scrunched his nose up in protest. "Finn Hudson, if you honestly think that we will be eating Pizza for dinner every night this week, you can think again."

Finn was too focused on the game to respond, so Kurt and Rachel sat down on the couch together behind their boyfriends, and glared at the backs of their heads in annoyance.

Kurt reached forwards to where Blaine was sitting, and stared tickling his sides mercilessly.

Blaine yelped and jumped, giggles erupting from his throat as he squirmed. "Oh my god, Kurt, stop, I'm going to die!"

Kurt tickled him harder, refusing to relent despite Blaine's pleading.

"Ahhh, crap!" Blaine cried, pouting as he dropped his controller and spun around to pull Kurt into his lap, effectively ending the tickle torture. "Kurt, you killed me!"

Finn glared at Kurt from next to Blaine. "Cheat," he mumbled.

"I'm not playing, so I'm allowed to cheat," Kurt smirked. "Besides, I'm sick of you hogging my boyfriend."

Kurt turned back to Blaine, who was desperately trying to hold back his grin so he could pretend to be put out. Kurt placed a series of quick kisses on his pouting lips, and then Blaine gripped the back of his head and pulled him in for a much deeper kiss. Finn made fake gagging sounds behind them while Rachel giggled.

The doorbell rang, and Finn jumped up to answer the door.

"Pizza's here!" He called as he practically skipped to the door, and Kurt grinned fondly at his childlike excitement, until he heard the sound of several loud voices coming from the direction of the front door.

"What the…?" He mumbled, climbing off Blaine's lap. The boys got to their feet when suddenly, a huge group of people rounded the corner into the living room.

There was a chorus of "KURT! BLAINE!" And suddenly Kurt was being ambushed by Warblers. David, Wes, Nick and Jeff were pulling the boys into a big group hug, blabbering on about how excited they were for Kurt to be joining them next year. Kurt and Blaine just stood there, mouths agape in shock. When the Warblers finally pulled away, Kurt noticed that the entirety of New Directions were also standing in the living room, and Puck and Santana were holding huge coolers. Finn was standing behind the group looking confused and slightly panicked.

"What's going on, guys?" Kurt asked, somewhat afraid of the answer. "What are you all doing here?"

"Dude," Puck said, "you and my boy Finn over here have the whole house to yourselves, and you don't even think of throwing a party? Santana and I had to organise this shindig all by ourselves!"

Kurt glared at Puck. "Our parents trusted us with the house, Puckerman. It's not our responsibility to host your stupid party."

"Oh, come on, man," Puck whined, "We'll clean everything up, and it'll just be us, nobody else is coming! Come on, it'll be fun!"

"Finn, did you have something to do with this?" Kurt asked, rounding on his brother. Finn held up his hands in mock surrender.

"No! I mean I told Puck that we would be here alone, but I didn't know anything about a party, I swear!"

"It was nice of you to invite my Dalton friends," Blaine said, grinning at Santana. "Thanks for that."

Santana smiled back and cocked her head in acknowledgement.

Kurt turned to his boyfriend with an incredulous expression on his face. "Don't encourage this, Blaine!"

Blaine immediately stopped grinning and looked down at his shoes. "Sorry," he mumbled.

Puck hooted with laughter. "Whipped!" He said with a smirk, and Kurt took a step forward and smacked him on the arm.

"Ow!" he yelled, looking put out. "You're stronger than you look, Hummel, geez."

Kurt let out a loud, frustrated sigh, pressing his fingers to his temples. "Fine, fine!" He said with annoyance. "We can have this little…party. But EVERYTHING gets cleaned up and if anything gets damaged, people will be paying. The bedrooms are strictly off-limits to everybody who isn't residing here. Keep the music to a decent volume so we don't get complaints. Also, everybody crashes here afterwards. I don't want anybody drink-driving, in fact, you can all give me your keys right now."

There were whoops and cheers from the room as everybody handed over their keys willingly, and Finn clapped Kurt on the back as he passed. "Thanks, bro," he said, "I owe you one. Puck would've never let me hear the end of it if we'd kicked them all out."

"Just don't make me regret it," he responded with a sigh.

Two hours and six Pineapple Vodka Cruisers later, and Kurt was having some difficulty making his way back from the bathroom to the living room. The sounds of music and laughter filled his ears, and for some reason he found himself laughing too, although he had no idea what was so funny. He squinted as he tried to locate Blaine, and the world tilted on its axis. He eventually spotted him attempting to dance by the speakers, and Kurt stumbled towards his boyfriend, steadying himself on the couch when he nearly fell flat on his face.

When he reached Blaine's side, he looked up at him with a huge dopey grin. "KURT!" He cried, throwing an arm around his waist. "I've been looking for you, where've you been?"

"Bathroom," Kurt said, and Blaine kissed him sloppily. His breath tasted like beer, but Kurt didn't care, kissing back as best he could, ignoring everyone else in the room. Everything was fuzzy, but kissing Blaine was nice, so he decided to just continue doing that.

But then Rachel loudly suggested that everybody play Spin the Bottle, and so everyone went to sit down in a big circle. The game started off kind of boring – Brittany kissed Sam, after which Santana pulled Brittany to her side possessively. Finn kissed Quinn, which was rather predictable. Things got a little more interesting when it was David's turn and the bottle landed on Wes. Puck asked them if they would like to pass, but David shook his head, a devious smirk on his face.

"Get your cute little tush over here, Wesley!" He called. "I'm gonna kiss you like you've never been kissed before!" Kurt fumbled to pull out his phone and take a picture before it was over, but he needn't have worried, because the kiss lasted a full 10 seconds before Nick pulled the boys apart amid catcalls and whoops.

"You guys are completely off your face, oh my god," Nick giggled, his own speech slurring. "Kurt, did you get a picture?"

"Yup! And I'm never ever deleting it, not ever." Neither David nor Wes seemed too concerned about that, as they were now cuddling on the floor by Nick's feet.

Next up, Puck had to kiss Mike. Kurt thought there was no way he was going to do it, but he did. It was nothing more than a quick peck though, and there were shouts of disappointment from around the circle, in which Blaine and Kurt both participated.

"Calm your tits, pervs," Puck mumbled. "Next!"

It was Rachel's turn, and she landed on Blaine. Kurt laughed out loud as Blaine raised his eyebrows at Rachel.

"Blaine Warbler, I am going to rock your world!" She said, leaning over the circle to grab Blaine's cardigan and pull him into a messy kiss. They pulled apart after a few seconds, and Kurt glared at Blaine. "A peck would have sufficed, Blaine," Kurt said.

Blaine shrugged."I was testing my gayness."

"And what was the outcome?"

"Definitely gay. And I'm pretty much 110% sure that you're the only person I will ever want to kiss, ever. Your lips are scrummy and yummy and you taste like vanilla and honey."

Kurt ruffled Blaine's hair fondly. "You turn into quite the poet when you're drunk."

Blaine grinned, looking proud of himself. "Not too drunk to rhyme," he mumbled.

"You're cute," Kurt said, kissing the tip of Blaine's nose.

"You're sexy," Blaine responded, lowering his voice and wiggling his eyebrows. Kurt laughed out loud.

"Are you trying to seduce me?"

"Yup." With that, Blaine grabbed Kurt and pulled him onto his lap in one quick motion. Kurt let out a surprised squawk, and those sitting around them started laughing. Blaine wasted no time in attaching himself to Kurt's neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave a hickey.

"Wanky," Santana said with a smirk, but Kurt couldn't really find it in himself to be embarrassed.

"I guess Anderson is one of those horny drunks," Puck said, and Kurt giggled as Blaine nibbled on his ear.

"Okay! NEXT GAME!" Finn yelled in an overly enthusiastic voice, trying to divert attention from Kurt and Blaine who were now heatedly making out. "Let's play truth or dare!"

"Me first!" Puck shouted, pointing at Rachel with a devious look on her face. "Truth or dare, Berry?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to practice your blowjob skills on a banana."

Finn turned to gawp at Rachel, and Santana raised an eyebrow in interest. Even Kurt turned away from Blaine for a moment to see if Rachel (who was, admittedly, quite a prude – at least while sober) would actually do it.

"FINE!" She yelled. "Get me a banana!"

Finn ran to the kitchen and back in record time, a large banana in his hand. Rachel grabbed it from him and brought it to her lips without preamble, quickly getting to work.

The girls in the circle all laughed and cheered Rachel on, while the boys (not including Kurt, Blaine, Nick and Jeff) stared with wide eyes and open mouths. Kurt had to admit, she was doing a much better job than he thought she would, and it helped that she didn't seem to have a gag reflex.

When she put the banana down, everybody clapped loudly, and Finn looked like a five-year-old who had just been surprised with a trip to Disneyland.

"My turn!" David piped up, taking a long swig of vodka. "Kurt, truth or dare?"

"Truth," Kurt mumbled, nuzzling Blaine's neck.

"Chicken," David scoffed. "Okay, fine, truth then…who's the top?"

"Clearly it's Anderson," Puck said, and Kurt glared at him.

"Why, Puck? Are you trying to say that I'm the 'girl' in this relationship?"

"Well, dude, you sort of are."

"There is no 'girl' in a gay relationship! That's sort of the point of it being a GAY RELATIONSHIP."

"I can assure you," Blaine interjected with a sly grin, "that Kurt is very much a man." He winked at Kurt cheekily, and Kurt felt a hot coil in his stomach.

With a rush of boldness, he leaned in to whisper in Blaine's ear, in what he hoped was a seductive tone. "What do you say we ditch these guys and escape to my room?"

Blaine nodded enthusiastically, and they quickly stumbled to their feet, holding each other up as they giggled and made their way out of the room. Cat-calls and innuendo's followed them as they left, but they paid them no heed.

Locking the door behind them, the boys stumbled towards the bed, hastily shedding their clothes and laughing as they struggled to get their pants off. Kurt pushed Blaine back onto the bed and straddled his hips, Blaine's hard length pressing against inner thigh. He reached over to grab the lube from the bedside drawer where he had stashed it.

"Do you wanna top this time?" Kurt whispered, rotating his hips slightly to provide just the barest hint of friction. Blaine groaned, and deliberated for a moment before grinning wickedly and shaking his head.

"Not yet," he said, grabbing the bottle of lube and squirting some onto Kurt's fingers.

"Okay," Kurt said, positioning himself between Blaine's legs. "Whatever you want."

He linked his fingers up with Blaine's entrance and pressed in as Blaine let out a low moan. He stretched Blaine more hastily than the first time, both boys feeling a sense of urgency that hadn't been there before. Kurt also found that he wasn't nervous at all this time – whether that was because he had done it before or because of the alcohol, it wasn't sure.

After a couple of minutes, Blaine was a whimpering mess, and was begging Kurt for more than the 3 fingers that were currently buried inside him. Kurt was happy to oblige, quickly slipping on a condom and lubing himself up.

He paused and bit his lip for a moment. "Would you mind…umm…turning over this time? It's fine it you don't want to, I just thought we could try it."

Blaine turned over immediately, getting up so he was on his hands and knees in front of Kurt. Kurt moaned at the sight before positioning himself at Blaine's entrance and pushing in in one fluid motion.

Blaine let out a loud cry, and Kurt gasped, stilling himself inside Blaine. "Shhhh!" He hissed, "they'll hear us!"

Blaine turned his head to the side and smirked up at him. "I know," he said, craning his neck up so Kurt could kiss him. "I wanted to show Puck just how much of a 'girl' you are."

Kurt pulled back slightly, and looked at Blaine with wide eyes. "Oh," he breathed, and leant in to kiss his boyfriend once again. "Well, in that case."

Kurt pushed Blaine's upper back down so that his chest was pressed against the mattress, ass in the air. He grabbed Blaine's arms and pinned them above his head, before pulling almost completely out of Blaine and then thrusting back in, hard. Blaine moaned loudly, and Kurt repeated the action, as Blaine continued to cry out with each thrust. Kurt angled his hips upwards slightly, and Blaine arched his back and writhed beneath him. "KURT!" He cried, "Oh, god! Right there!"

Kurt pounded in again and again and again, and Blaine continued to babble and beg at an increasing volume, urging him to go faster and harder and deeper, and god,Kurt didn't think he'd ever been this turned on before.

He could feel himself getting close, so he stopped moving for a moment, panting heavily. Blaine let out a needy whine and tried to push his hips back, but Kurt had him pinned him to the mattress, restricting his movement. "Tell me what you want, Blaine," he whispered, his voice coming out low and gravelly. "Tell me."

"I want you to fuck me," Blaine whimpered. "Please."

"Say it louder," Kurt hissed. "I want everyone to know how much you want my cock."

"Oh god, KURT!" Blaine cried, his voice loud and needy. "Please! Please fuck me, I want it, I need it so bad, please!"

Kurt obliged, pounding into Blaine mercilessly while Blaine whimpered and moaned and whined beneath him. He grabbed Blaine's legs and pushed them further apart so he could drive in deeper, and Blaine's eyes rolled back in his head. Kurt reached around Blaine to grab his cock and with a few short strokes Blaine was coming with a loud shout. His body spasmed and twitched as he shot all over Kurt's fist, his hole clenching sporadically around Kurt's length. Kurt thrust in a few more times before he was coming too, burying himself deep inside Blaine as he choked out his name, before collapsing next to his boyfriend in a spent heap.

Kurt grabbed a tissue from his bedside table and quickly wiped his hand before throwing the tissue in the general direction of the rubbish bin. He curled up to Blaine side, and Blaine pulled him so his head was resting on his shoulder. They were both panting and sweaty and naked, but too exhausted to get up – Kurt was surprised by just how tiring ten minutes of intense sex could be, and he was quite content just to lie there and revel in the afterglow.

"Fuck," he finally whispered when he regained his breath, and he felt Blaine's chest shake beneath him as he chuckled.

"That was amazing, babe," Blaine whispered, pressing a kiss to Kurt's temple. "I loved seeing that side of you."

"Mmm," Kurt responded, smirking slightly, his eyes closed. "You're quite the screamer, you know that?"

Blaine blushed slightly. "You love it, don't try to deny it. You even told me to be louder."

"Which reminds me, apparently you have an exhibitionism kink."

"Is it exhibitionism if they can only hear you but not see you?"

"Dunno…maybe?"

"Yeah, well. I kind of just wanted to stick it to Puck. That'll teach him to stereotype you."

Kurt giggled, and let out a loud yawn. "God, I'm tired."

"Me too."

"Let's just…sleep. Good night, Blaine. I love you."

"Goodnight, my love. Sweet dreams."

"Aaaaand dapper Blaine is back."

"Shut up."

"Mmm…don't boss me."

"I thought you were going to sleep?"

"Mmm...goodnight."

"Goodnight, beautiful."

The next morning, Kurt and Blaine woke up intertwined in Kurt's bed. Blaine let out a low groan as he blinked open his eyes, a throbbing headache making him wince. Kurt stirred next to him, nuzzling into his neck for a second as he regained consciousness.

"Ugh," Kurt mumbled as he woke up, "my mouth tastes like I swallowed a bag of cotton balls soaked in Methylated Spirits. I could drink an entire lake right now."

"My head is killing me," Blaine said, his voice raspy.

"I'll get you some aspirin and water, hang on," Kurt mumbled, clambering out of the bed and into the bathroom, returning two minutes later clad in a pair of silk pyjamas, with the painkillers and two large bottles of water in hand.

"How do you feel?" Blaine asked, blinking at Kurt from the bed, trying to shelter his eyes from the sunlight filtering in from the crack between Kurt's curtains.

"Not too bad, actually," Kurt responded. "Thirsty…kind of generally icky, like I need a long shower and some coffee, and I'm trembling a little for some reason. No headache or nausea, thankfully. Here, take your aspirin, and drink all the water even if you don't feel like it," he said, handing Blaine the pills and the water.

Kurt settled back down in the bed next to his boyfriend and chugged down his water, sighing in contentment once he had drained the bottle.

Once he could think about something other than how thirsty he was, all the memories from the previous night came rushing back– or at least, the part where he and Blaine had had very loud sex, with all their friends sitting in the living room just down the hall. Kurt's eyes widened in horror, and his jaw dropped as he turned to look at Blaine, who was still covering his eyes with one of his hands.

"Oh my god, Blaine!" Kurt cried, his voice high-pitched and panicked. "Oh my god, did we seriously do that? Did we seriously…oh my GOD. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. I have never been so humiliated, at what point did I think that was a good idea? Alcohol is evil! I am never drinking it again, it turns me into a sex fiend!"

"Kurt," Blaine croaked, uncovering his eyes to reach over and clasp his boyfriend's hand reassuringly, "Don't worry about it. We were drunk. It was my idea, not yours."

"I'm the one who brought you in here! And I went along with it! I am never going to hear the end of this, oh my god, this is horrible."

"The sex was fantastic, though."

"BLAINE! Now is not the time! I am mortified right now. I want to crawl into a hole and die."

"Look, babe, alcohol weakens your inhibitions. It loosens you up, hence making you less ashamed of things like sex and less weary of consequences. Everybody does embarrassing things when they're drunk, don't beat yourself up about it."

Kurt let out a loud huff, and took a deep breath. "Ok…" He said, "What happened between the time when Puck threw that piece of pizza at Finn and when we left the living room? 'Cos my memory is really fuzzy…"

"Ummm…" Blaine mumbled, scrunching up his face in concentration, "we danced…Santana was crying for some reason, Quinn and Lauren were yelling at Puck…Some of us sang, I think…Brittany was stripping at one point, and I clearly remember Santana doing a body shot off her."

"Yeah, I remember now," Kurt mumbled. "Then didn't Rachel suggest that we play spin the bottle?"

"Yeah," Blaine said. "Which reminds me, if it makes you feel any better, Wes and David totally made out and you still have a picture of that on your phone."

"That does make me feel a little better, actually."

"I kissed Rachel for a few seconds."

"I remember. It was gross."

Blaine chuckled slightly, reaching out to pull Kurt closer to his body. Kurt snuggled up to his side willingly.

"Do you remember what happened after that?" Blaine asked.

"Sort of…truth or dare, right?"

Blaine nodded.

Kurt's eyes suddenly widened, and his face broke into a wide, smug grin. "Rachel fellated a banana."

Blaine let out a loud belly laugh, and stroked Kurt's hair lovingly.

"Yup," he said. "Told you we all do stupid things while drunk."

"Ok, I definitely feel better now," Kurt said, pressing a kiss to Blaine's chest. "I mean, we got our point across, right?"

"Exactly. If anything, people will be impressed, and jealous of our amazing sex life."

Kurt giggled and got out of bed, making his way to the window to open his curtains. When sunlight filled the room, Blaine whined his protest and pulled the blanket up to cover his face.

"Oops, sorry," Kurt said, grabbing a pair of Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses for Blaine to wear. "C'mon, let's go have breakfast. You'll feel better once you have some food and strong coffee in you."

Heading out into the living room, Kurt had steeled himself for the teasing and lewd comments he was sure were coming, but he was surprised to see that everybody was too busy groaning pitifully and clutching either their heads or their stomachs to even notice his and Blaine's presence. Looking at the state of them all, Kurt was even more grateful for his apparent immunity to hangovers.

Finn and Rachel appeared to have retreated to Finn's room, the Warblers were all squished up together on the pull-out couch, and everybody else was curled up on the floor on old foam mattresses and sleeping bags that they must have pulled out of the attic.

The house was a pigsty. Empty bottles, pizza boxes and random items of clothing lay strewn across the floor, and Kurt didn't even want to know how a pink polka-dot bra had wound up hanging from the ceiling fan.

Feeling a little bit bad about what he was going to do next, Kurt set about making several pots of strong coffee – and pancakes, for anyone who could stomach it. Then he grabbed a wooden spoon and started banging a metal pot loudly. "EVERYBODY GET OUT OF BED!" He yelled. "I know you feel bad, but you all need to help me clean my house, and then clear off!"

Kurt's request was followed with several loud groans and cries of "Okay, okay, just please stop with the banging!"

Very slowly, people started to get up and search the room for lost items of clothing. Nobody seemed to be in the mood to talk. Blaine, David, Finn and Puck were the only ones who seemed capable of eating, and between the four of them, they finished Kurt's enormous stack of pancakes that he had intended to feed at least twelve people. People gradually started filtering out, although the Warblers offered to stay behind for a little while to help clean up the last of the mess.

Once everything was tidy, the boys collapsed on the couch with a loud groan.

"So, about last night…" Kurt started.

"-Let's not ever bring it up ever again," Wes interjected.

"Never," David agreed.

"Well, Nick and I didn't do anything too embarrassing," Jeff said with a grin, "So technically, we can still mock the rest of you."

"Wrong," David said, "after these two-" he gestured to Kurt and Blaine "-ran off to fuck, you and Nick decided it would be a good idea to rap 'Stupid Hoe' by Nicki Minaj and do a booty dance. Which I filmed." He help up his iPhone. "So it would be in your best interests to keep your mouths shut, lest it end up on YouTube."

Nick let out a low groan. "Fuck, I forgot about that."

"So, do we have an understanding?" Kurt asked with a smirk.

"Deal," Nick and Jeff responded simultaneously.

"Right after we watch that video," Blaine said, snatching David's phone and grabbing Kurt's hand to drag him off the couch. The boys ran sprinted down the hall to Kurt's room, giggling loudly, Nick and Jeff hot on their heels. They managed to reach Kurt's room in time and lock the door behind them. Nick and Jeff pounded on the door and protested loudly as Kurt and Blaine collapsed on the bed in a fit of giggles.

"Well," Blaine said, "I'm sure last night at least counts as life experience."

Kurt nodded. "Yeah, and I have to admit, it was pretty fun while it lasted."

"We had some pretty amazing sex."

"Once we get rid of our friends, what do you say we have some more?"

Blaine grinned widely. "Wow, you really are a sex fiend."

"Oh, shut up," Kurt snapped. "That's rich coming from you, mister 'oh Kurt, please fuck me, I need it, oh god, harder!'"

"Hush, you," Blaine laughed, grabbing Kurt and flipping him onto his back on the bed before tickling his stomach. Kurt squealed and shook with silent laughter, begging Blaine for mercy.

There was a knock on the door. "You guys aren't fucking again, are you?" David asked, "because I need my phone back."

Blaine suddenly let out a loud moan, and Kurt clapped a hand over his mouth as they dissolved into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.