The time between December 26th and December 31st went by relatively quickly. Blaine went home after lunch and ended up talking to Cooper, who was actually trying to be a part of his life again for some reason, which wasnt that important now that Blaine was getting used to having his brother involved again. His parents hadnt called until very late that night, offering excuses for not calling on Christmas and explaining that they would be returning roughly one week into the new year.

Blaine was happy to bid his parents goodbye and focus on getting the house ready for the upcoming party. Of course, he did spend one day with Kurt, who cashed in one of his shopping coupons to drag Blaine all the way to Columbus for an entire day. It was a lot of fun, and they held hands the whole time as they strolled through the mall and fancy shopping district. The two shared a delicious meal at a small French cafe where Kurt impressed him by speaking fluent French.

All in all, it was wonderful, and Blaine now knew why Kurt never had to study or really focus too much in his French class. They found some good sales on clothes and accessories and Blaine laughed as Kurt rationalized his need for two new scarves. ("You can never have too many scarves, Blaine.") The simple date made it easy for him to wait for his boyfriend to arrive extra early on New Years Eve, ensuring that the two of them would have at least six hours of pure alone time.

"My dad must really trust you, because he barely lectured me about how much I matter before I came over. It almost makes me feel bad for my intentions," Kurts voice lowered into a near purr by the end of his greeting, and Blaine just barely got the door closed before he was pinned up against it, Kurt kissing him with a hunger that was so sexy.

So far, the two of them had gotten off together through their clothes a couple of times, and theyd recently progressed to hands beneath pants. It was pretty obvious that both would want to go further. They were teenaged boys, after all, and they were in love. They mattered to each other.

"Blaine… I want to…" The blush on Kurts face made Blaine feel fresh desire pulse through his body, making his hips jerk forward into Kurt, his arousal very apparent as it brushed against a similar bulge in Kurts tight jeans. "Oh God, Blaine…" That voice was a high-pitched breathy sound that was so full of emotion, desire.

Blaine groaned, leaning in to nip at Kurts lips before kissing him again, deep and demanding. "Me too, oh, I want you so bad, Kurt." Hot lips trailed along the pale boys jaw and neck, nipping and sucking, kissing and licking to soothe the little bites. Blaine moaned when he opened his eyes and saw the marks he was leaving, relishing the feel of Kurt pushing into him, trapping him against the wall with his need.

They still werent moving away from the door, but that was fine with Blaine. Nobody was in his house, and nobody would be in it for at least five hours. They had the entire place to themselves, to do as they desired. Blaine grabbed Kurts strong arms and flipped their positions, pinning his boyfriend against the door and looking at him with very hungry hazel eyes.

"I need to… let me…" he struggled with the words, dropping to his knees in a way that would most likely bruise, but didnt bother him at the moment. He was blind with lust and the need to make Kurt feel as amazing as he was, at least in Blaines eyes. "Im going to blow you." He licked his lips and reached out for his boyfriends fly, quickly working on the button and zip.

A whimper answered him as Blaine tugged his boyfriends straining erection from the tight confines of his pants and boxer-briefs. One of Kurts hands found its way to Blaines curls and the shorter boy moaned at the tug on his locks. "Oh, Blaine… Fuck. I love you. I cant believe youre really going to, right here, against the do- oh fuck!" His breath was stolen by Blaines mouth on his cock, it seemed, and this only made Blaine smile around Kurts slick crown.

Even though he was inexperienced, Blaine thought hed done pretty well the first couple of times hed done this. After all, he had a cock too, and he knew what he enjoyed. Swirling his tongue around the head, Blaine hollowed his cheeks before leaning in, sucking Kurt down inch by inch. His hot tongue played at the sensitive area just under the head, then trailed over the thick vein of his shaft. He focused on using one hand to pull on the base that wasnt in his mouth, while he let his other hand fondle Kurts balls.

The sounds that accompanied all of his movements so far were incredible. He could hear his boyfriend panting and moaning, keening to a high note that he wasnt sure hed ever heard the boy hit before. When Blaine moaned around the cock, Kurt tightened his fingers to a painful grip in his hair, and he knew he was doing something right.

Blaine took Kurts cock further into his mouth, just barely reaching the back of his throat and stopping before he caught his gag reflex. The bit of length that didnt fit in his mouth was being stroked and massaged by slightly rough fingers, and Kurt soon tugged on Blaines hair with warning while Blaine felt the boys balls tighten.

He was going to come, and Blaine knew he wanted it. He wanted to taste him and swallow him and take that little part of him for himself. There was something so intimate about swallowing Kurt down, and when he did, Blaine sighed in contentment. He licked at the slit again to catch the last dribbles of come, then sighed and leaned his head against Kurts thigh.

"Oh God… Blaine… Blaine, holy fucking shit…" Kurt was panting and he apparently got a very dirty mouth when under the influence of an orgasm. Blaine could feel the countertenors fingers gently threading through his sweat-damped curls, and he smiled, looking up at his boyfriend as those pretty blue eyes looked down at him, sparkling with wonder. "Youre so fucking perfect, Blaine. I love you."

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The first party-goers arrived with the pizza at seven oclock. It had been almost seven hours that Blaine and Kurt had been alone in the house, and the two definitely took advantage. Kurt returned the favor of an incredible blowjob, then theyd snuggled on the couch and watched some Project Runway while Blaine told Kurt he expected to see him on the show some day, making a mentor of Tim Gunn and impressing the world.

Theyd ended up sans pants and up in Blaines room at one point, rubbing together as they had forever ago, or at least what felt like forever ago. Maybe they were moving too fast, but this didnt feel too fast. It felt right, and they werent having real sex yet, so it was… okay, right? Realistically, Blaine knew that only the two of them could decide what was right or wrong or okay or not, but he still worried about what others would think. What Burt would think.

He was determined to take care of Kurt, though, so he knew that anything they decided to do together was just perfect. He smiled and covered his boyfriend with kisses as they moved together, coming in loud moans of ecstasy and lying there catching their breath together before laughing softly and taking a shower together. Now they were all cleaned up and ready for a party, Blaine taking the pizza to the living room where theyd socialize while Kurt let Rachel and Finn in the house.

Puck showed up with a bunch of bottles of booze, but no beer since he apparently couldnt score any, which meant theyd all be a lot more wasted a lot faster for this party. Soon after that, Mike and Tina arrived with Artie on their heels, Quinn carting Santana and Brittany with her. "For the last time, just because we are the unholy trinity does not mean I am going to join in your lady loving Britt!"

Mercedes was last to arrive and shot Quinn a strange look for her comment, looking over to Kurt who just shrugged and rolled his eyes. They had all arrived which meant it was high time to start the party. Blaine grinned and took his place in the center of the room to get things going.

"Alright! Were going to watch the ball drop at midnight, but until then, were going to play my games tonight. None of this truth or dare or never have I ever shit that Puck and Santana have way too much fun with," he started, giving the two trouble-makers pointed glares. "Were going to play Kings, which if you dont know the rules of I will explain in a minute, then were doing duet mash ups!"

Rachel clapped, Puck groaned, and Kurt licked his lips. Hmm, interesting reaction. Blaine explained the rules of the drinking card game before making everyone get drinks and sit in a circle. He drew first and immediately got to make a rule thanks to the king he pulled. "If you touch your hair, you have to drink." Kurt shot him a glare and dropped the hand that was about to make sure his chestnut locks were still properly placed.

Cards were pulled and actions were done, Artie arguing that it was a little too hard for him to reach the floor compared to the others while Brittany failed to follow along thanks to the distraction that was keeping track of how many times Kurt and Rachel both failed and touched their own hair.

By the time the next king was pulled, they were all rather tipsy and Puck decided to be an ass. "Each time a face card is drawn, the person who drew it loses a piece of clothing. Accessories and shit dont count, either. Its shirt, pants, underwear. Bras count with underwear, ladies."

Kurt was the first one to draw a second face card, which had him turning tomato red and muttering about how Pucks rule shouldnt count anymore and why the hell were they even still playing this stupid game, then he demanded a shot, was given tequila from Puck, then sighed and struggled out of his tight grey jeans. Blaine was so focused on staring at his nearly naked boyfriend that he missed cues to raise his hands and to drink with the guys. He didnt really care, though, because he had the best view.

When the circle got back to Kurt and he drew a king, he yelped, then shook his head and slapped the card down before him. "My rule is this game is over now. I am not getting naked with you all. Sorry to disappoint." Blaine smiled and shook his head, handing Kurts clothes back for the boy to wiggle his way into them again while Puck bitched and Finn knelt down in praise of something called Cheesus.

"Duet time!" Blaine and Rachel sang out, already whispering to their respective boyfriends as to what kind of mash-up they could do. In the meantime, Santana and Brittany shared some whispered conversation before hopping up and taking up space in the middle of the room.

Everybody paused when the girls started to sing:

"I love myself, I want you to love me

When I feel down, I want you above me

I search myself, I want you to find me

I forget myself, I want you to remind me

That you make me feel

Shiny and new…"

"Oh. My. God," Kurt said, watching Santanas hand creep between her legs. "This is really happening. Oh, my God. Blaine, were doing Katy and Gaga. I have the perfect mashup to compete with this."

"Like a virgin,

I touch myself,

Ooh I dont want anybody else,

Like a virgin,

I touch myself for the very first time!"

Puck was seriously drooling at this point, while Tina stared with an open mouth. The mashup continued with Santana and Brittany getting ever closer, grinding on each other as they sang about masturbating like virgins to the thoughts of one another. At the end of their song, the sexual tension in the room ran high, but Kurt was undeterred. Blaine gulped knowing what they were about to do.

"Nicely done, ladies. Now let a true performer show you the ropes," he said, smirking and popping at hip at Santana, who glared at him. Brittany slapped his ass, which made Kurt jump with a squeak and Blaine just quirked a brow. His friends were very strange. Very, very strange.

Blaine soon cleared his mind and focused on the performance. This was made easy by the fact that his boyfriends hips were a gift from the gods. He was openly staring and licking his lips as they began their song, using every excuse to get up close and move his hips along with Kurts grinding into that sexy ass that barely fit in those tight grey jeans.

"Lets have some fun,

This beat is sick,

I wanna see your peacock-cock-cock

This beat is sick, sick, sick"

Oh and Kurt was rocking back into Blaine and it only made him so much harder than he already was and he could barely stand it! Then he looked into those lust-filled blue eyes as Kurt turned and grasped his shoulder, using Blaine like a prop while he popped his hips. Oh, fuck this was way too hot.

"Word on the street, you got somethin to show me, me

Magical, colorful, Mr. Mystery, ee

Dont think too much just bust that kick,

I wanna take a ride on your peacock-cock-cock"

Blaine really wanted to take that ride now. Or maybe Kurt could ride and he could just let himself be used? Hed do anything to feel some release at the moment, as his pants were so much too tight…

"Are you brave enough to let me ride your disco stick?

What you waiting for, its time for you to bust that kick

Dont be a shy kind of guy Ill bet its beautiful

I wanna see your peacock-cock-cock

Your peacock-cock!"

There were cheers and gasps as they finished, and Blaine was pretty sure everyone in the room could see how fucking hard he was. Finn wasnt even capable of looking at the couple, and Puck was definitely drooling. Drooling!

Kurt smirked at Santana before tugging Blaine over to the couch and pushing his boyfriend onto the piece of furniture, perching easily in his lap with his back to the rest of the room, clearly dismissing them.

"Holy fuck, Kurt, that was… fuck," Blaine groaned, bucking his hips slightly to show Kurt exactly what that performance was. He was vaguely aware of Finn and Rachel singing some kind of corny love song mashup, but honestly he wasnt paying attention to anyone but Kurt anymore.

Kurt was panting, but kept leaning in to bite and suck at Blaines throat, every now and then landing kisses on his lips and slipping his tongue in to explore. They rocked slightly together, only for Kurt to tense up and pinch Blaines thigh until he yelped. "Gotta stop. Gotta calm down. Cant come in front of fucking Finn, dammit," he muttered, sitting back on Blaines knees and working to catch his breath and calm his body.

More duets were sung, but Kurt and Blaine were distracted by whispering all their desires in each others ears. It was the only thing they could do to stop from tearing each others clothes off and getting it on right in the middle of the New Directions. Sure, they were torturing themselves with mental images and strains in their pants, but at least they had something to focus on that wasnt going to embarrass them too much.

By the time Artie and Mike finished a duet involving Daft Punk and Michael Jackson, which was pretty awesome honestly, it was already after eleven. "We gonna turn on Ryan Seacrest or do you two want to actually progress to fucking?" Puck bitched over at the host and his boyfriend. Kurt flipped him off, having decided to crawl close in Blaines lap again and resume sucking and nuzzling into his neck.

"Go ahead and turn it on, Puck. Ill get the champagne in a minute." This made Kurt grumble, but by 11:30, Kurt was moving and helping Blaine fetch glasses and the bottle of bubbly from the kitchen. While they were in their, Kurt insisted on sliding down Blaines body and getting to his knees, sucking him off quickly while palming at himself, then cleaning up with a paper towel before they hastily made their way back into the main room. It was nearly midnight then, and Kurts lips were clearly swollen and red in a just fucked way while his hair was mussed where Blaine had accidentally fisted it.

Knowing looks from most of the girls and Puck made the brunette raise a slender brow as if daring them to say something. When no words were uttered, but a fist was offered for Blaine to bump, Kurt rolled his eyes and started passing out flutes of champagne.

The entire group counted down together, yelling out a Cheers! at zero and clinking glasses all around, drinking the champagne before the couples exchanged kisses and the whole group delved into some good old fashioned Auld Lang Sine. Soon, people were wondering off to find places to sleep, and Blaine was dragging Kurt off to his room for a night of cuddling and satisfaction, which would only end with the hangover headaches they each woke with the next day.