Tuesday morning, Blaine was ready for school at least fifteen minutes before 7AM. His mom gave him a puzzled look when she found him sitting on the couch with his bag and his phone in hand, watching out the window.

"Getting a ride from a friend?"

"Yeah," Blaine said, being careful to hide the hickey on his neck from his mother's eyes. What he had with Kurt was still so new, he didn't really know how to explain it to his mom, so he hoped she wouldn't pry further, or demand to know why Blaine was wearing a letterman's jacket with someone else's name on it.

She didn't.

Blaine saw Kurt's car coming and he was out the door before the Navigator was even in park. Blaine moved to the passenger side door, but he stopped when Kurt stepped out of the car to meet him with a smile.

Blaine looked over his shoulder, making sure his mother wasn’t watching out the window. But of course, she wasn’t.

"Good morning," Kurt said, taking Blaine's hand and leading him around the car.

"Good morning," Blaine echoed back, letting Kurt open the car door for him. 

When Blaine was settled in his seat, Kurt reached down and fastened his seat belt for him, taking a moment to steal a quick kiss. Kurt cupped his cheek and Blaine leaned into the touch, but Kurt's lips were gone all too soon.

Once Kurt was settled in the driver's seat and pulling the car back out on the street, he looked over at Blaine and smiled.

"This is nice."

"Yeah, it is," Blaine said, grinning back at his boyfriend.

Kurt reached out a hand and dropped it on Blaine's thigh, just high enough to make his whole body tingle. And he couldn't suppress the shudder when Kurt's fingers traced back and forth along the inseam of his pants. 

It became quite clear when they reached school that Kurt was more than willing to slip right back into his normal physically affectionate mode. He held Blaine's hand as they walked the halls and wrapped a possessive arm around his waist when they stopped to talk to people. Blaine found himself leaning into the warmth of Kurt's body at every opportunity, so pleased to be near him.

Lunch again found Kurt's hand on Blaine's thigh, fingers tracing back and forth along the sensitive spot just below his cock. When Kurt gave his leg a squeeze, Blaine found his legs seemed to fall open of their own accord. Kurt shot him an approving look and his hand traveled a bit further inward and upward in a way that almost screamed at Blaine.

Mine.

And Blaine was more than fine with that.

--

Kurt was already waiting outside the door when Blaine's last period class got out. Blaine wondered how Kurt got out of class early, but when Kurt offered him his hand, Blaine decided he really didn't care.

Blaine knew that Kurt had football practice that afternoon. He had expected to spend his afternoon in the library, studying until Kurt was ready to take him home. So he was a little surprised when Kurt led him out towards the football field. 

"The girls hang out on the bleachers during practice on Tuesdays," Kurt said. "Why don’t you join them?" It wasn’t quite an order, but it was a very strong suggestion.

"OK," Blaine said, looking up at Kurt with a shy smile. 

Kurt's returning smile was warm and reassuring. "I know you don't really know the girls very well yet," Kurt said. "Or any of my friends. But I want you to give them a chance, alright? I want you to make friends, Blaine."

"I will," Blaine said, and he felt his nerves settle. He could do this, he could make new friends. He would do it to make Kurt happy, and that would make Blaine happy.

Blaine let himself dissolve into the wonderful feeling of being led by his boyfriend, his hand secure in Kurt's grip. He walked closed to Kurt, his face pressed to the cool leather of Kurt's black jacket as they walked.

They reached the bleachers and Blaine could see the girls sprawled across the first couple rows. All of the glee girls were there, including Santana and the other Cheerios.

"Hello, boys!" Santana crowed, raising an eyebrow at their approach. 

"Hello, Santana," Kurt said, letting go of Blaine's hand to wrap his arm around Blaine's waist. "Hello, girls."

Similar greetings echoed through the group and the girls were smiling, and Blaine could admit they seemed to welcome him.

"Now, don't corrupt my boyfriend, please," Kurt said with a grin, using a hand on Blaine's hip to  direct him to sit next to Rachel.

Blaine sat, and he blushed when Kurt bent over to press a kiss to his temple and whisper just softly enough for Blaine's ears.

"Be good."

"I will," Blaine whispered back, watching Kurt intently.

Kurt held Blaine’s eye contact for a long moment, before he smiled and turned to walk away, and Blaine's eyes followed him until he disappeared around the side of the bleachers.

"Damn!"

Blaine's attention snapped back to the group of girls, and he was startled to find them all watching him. 

“That was hot, Mijo.” Santana fanned herself as she leaned into Brittany with a grin. “I swear, it’s like I could see the sex in the air when he looked at you.” She turned to Brittany. “We are so getting our mac on when we get home.”

Brittany just smiled and pressed a quick kiss to Santana’s lips.

"That is a very impressive hickey," Rachel said, leaning close to Blaine and grinning in a way that was both friendly and teasing.

Blaine blushed and his fingers came up the brush across the mark on his neck. He had forgotten it was there, had he been walking around all day with the hickey clearly visible? It was a little embarrassing, but for some reason it also made Blaine feel incredibly proud. Kurt had left his mark on Blaine's skin and it made him happy for people to see that he belonged to someone.

"Thank you," Blaine said softly, dropping his hand and holding his head high and proud.

Santana crowed and threw her head back. "You are a kinky boy, Blainers!" she laughed.

Blaine rolled his eyes and ignored Santana. What he and Kurt did wasn't kinky, it was just them. They just did what felt right, there was nothing wrong with that.

"CHEERIOS!"

They all startled a bit at the voice coming from a megaphone across the field, and they could see Sue Sylvester standing with a megaphone in hand.

"That's us," Quinn said. The Cheerio girls all stood and walked briskly away towards their own practice. 

This left Blaine with just Rachel, Tina and Mercedes. Blaine bit his lip; he was nervous, but he remembered Kurt's instructions. He would give them a chance and try to make friends, because Kurt asked him to.

"Kurt tells me you've read Patti LuPone's new book," Rachel said, leaning in closer. "Wasn't it wonderful?"

Blaine relaxed; this was conversation he could manage. 

--

When Kurt and the boys made their way onto the field, Kurt’s eyes tracked automatically to the bleachers where Blaine sat with the girls. Kurt could see that Blaine's body posture was comfortably relaxed and it pleased Kurt to know that Blaine was enjoying himself. 

As if he could sense his presence, Blaine turned and looked right at Kurt, smiling at him and throwing a shy little wave. Kurt blew him a kiss, to which Blaine rolled his eyes but made a show of catching it anyway.

"Oh my god, Kurt," Dave said, coming up alongside him. "I never thought meeting a boy would turn you into such a sap."

"Shut up, Dave," Kurt said with a laugh. "You'll meet a boy of your own someday and then you'll understand."

"I did meet a boy, actually," Dave said with a shrug, but the bright look in his eyes belied his attempt at casual disinterest.

"What?" Kurt said. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Dave shrugged. "He's kinda hyper, but really cute. His name is Chandler."

"Chandler, huh?" Kurt said. "Sounds like a good name for a cute gay boy."

Dave laughed and playfully punched Kurt's shoulder.

--

Blaine could understand why the girls liked watching football practice. There was something really captivating about watching boys in tight pants run drills, and Kurt's ass looked amazing in those pants.

Somehow he still managed to hold a conversation with Rachel and the girls at the same time, although he wasn't entirely able to split his focus.

"I just can’t wait." Rachel paused. "Blaine? Blaine!"

"Huh?" Blaine looked back to Rachel. "I'm sorry, I was just..."

"Distracted," Rachel said with a laugh. "It's OK, your boyfriend looks very good in those pants. As does mine, I must say."

Blaine blushed but shared a grin with her.

“What I was saying...” Rachel leaned in with a teasing look. “Is that I’ve chosen my school, I’m going to be applying to NYADA, New York Academy for the Dramatic Arts.” Rachel’s face was full of excitement. “It is absolutely the very best school in the country, which is naturally why it’s my only option.”

Tina and Mercedes rolled their eyes and shared a fondly exasperated look with each other.

New York, there it was again. Blaine frowned a little, disliking the reminder. He hated the idea of Kurt moving away and leaving him here. This time next year, Kurt would be over 500 miles away. The thought made Blaine a little sick to his stomach and he tried to stop thinking about it.

Blaine was grateful when Mercedes changed the subject, clearly she wasn’t interested in talking about Rachel’s college plans.

When Coach finally called an end to practice, Kurt and a few of the boys wondered over towards them. Kurt's eyes seemed to drill into him as he approached, and Blaine felt his face grow hot at the sight of the sweat glistening on Kurt’s skin. And then Kurt was close enough that Blaine could smell him and he was all boy and sweat, and sexy as hell.

"You OK, babe?" Kurt asked, looking down at where Blaine sat and reaching out to brush his fingertips down Blaine’s neck.

"Great," Blaine replied, eyes wide as he looked up at Kurt standing over him. He felt himself shiver with something pleasant that he didn't understand.

"Good," Kurt said, leaning down to press a kiss to Blaine's forehead. "I'm going to go shower, I'll be back in a minute."

"OK," Blaine breathed, again watching as Kurt walked away.

"Holy shit, boy!" Mercedes laughed. "You look like you’ve been run over."

Yes, that was just about right.

--

Kurt was quick to shower and change, the wide-eyed look on Blaine's face was burned into his mind and he needed to get back to him quickly. There was something incredibly alluring about Blaine looking up at Kurt the way he had, eyes trusting and glazed with desire. 

Kurt mentally groaned and tried to think of other things as he finished up. But it was nearly impossible; Kurt needed to get Blaine alone. Soon.

Meeting Blaine had really sent Kurt's hormones into a tail spin; he hadn't been able to keep his hands off Blaine all day. Kurt knew he was pushing Blaine; their relationship was moving quickly and they should probably slow down. But he couldn't, he needed Blaine, he needed Blaine to belong to him.

Finally finished and dressed, Kurt strode quickly from the locker room to the bleachers. When Blaine saw him coming he was on his feet, apparently just as eager to leave as Kurt was.

"Come on, we're leaving," Kurt said, grabbing Blaine's hand and starting to lead him away from the girls.

Blaine followed easily, clutching tightly at Kurt's hand, and he spared a very distracted wave over his shoulder as they left. 

Once they were both in the car, Kurt leaned over and grabbed the back of Blaine's neck, pulling him in for a firm kiss. Blaine's mouth opened for his tongue, and Kurt dove into his mouth, tongue thrusting deep. Blaine gave off a little whimper and clutched at Kurt's shirt.

Kurt pulled back from the kiss with a ragged breath. "I'm taking you back to my house," Kurt said. "Finn is going to Rachel's and my parents are gone for a fundraiser."

"OK," Blaine agreed, sounding eager and willing.

Kurt managed to pull away to start the car, but as soon as he could, his hand was back on Blaine's leg. As he drove, his hand inched higher and his fingers dipped past Blaine's inseam. He could hear Blaine's breathing coming faster and when he glanced over he could see his face was flushed and his pupils were blown wide.

"Spread your legs," Kurt said, feeling suddenly bold.

A small moan slipped past Blaine's lips and his legs dropped open wide without a word.

Eyes back on the road, Kurt's hand inched towards Blaine's cock, fingers teasing along the edge of the bulge. He heard Blaine let out a small whine of frustration.

"Ask me to touch you," Kurt said, his own cock already so hard.

"Please," Blaine responded quickly. "Please touch me, Kurt."

"Touch you where?" Kurt teased.

Blaine hesitated for only a moment. "Please touch my cock," he gasped, and when Kurt glanced over at him he could see his face was red but his eyes were bright.

"Good boy," Kurt praised, and moved his hand to grip Blaine's cock through his pants and started to stroke him.

"Oh god," Blaine gasped, throwing his head back against the seat of the car.

"Do you like that?" Kurt asked.

"Yes, yes." Blaine nodded eagerly.

With a sudden stroke of an idea, Kurt turned off on a quiet back highway. It was the long way home, but it was secluded and without stoplights where someone might see them. 

"Unzip your pants and take out your cock," Kurt said, lust making his voice deep and commanding.

Blaine moaned but quickly did as he was told, freeing his cock to stand up, hard and eager. Kurt gripped it easily, using pre-come to make it slick and began to slowly pump Blaine's cock.

"Oh!" Blaine gasped, hands clenched at his sides. He was breathing heavily and making deliciously needy sounds.

Kurt loved making Blaine fall apart. And he remembered something that seemed to really push every button Blaine had.

"You were such a good boy today," Kurt said. "Weren't you?"

"Yes, I was good," Blaine groaned, starting the writhe in his seat. "Good boy for you, your good boy," he said, starting to ramble, his voice full of desperation. His hips were straining up against his seatbelt, wanting more, begging for more.

"My good boy," Kurt repeated back. They were almost home, about to cross back into a busy neighborhood, so he reluctantly removed his hand from Blaine's cock.

Blaine keened at the loss of touch.

"Sorry, babe, we'll be home in a minute," Kurt said, letting his voice change to a clear order. "Tuck yourself back in."

Blaine whimpered, but pushed his hard cock back into his pants. Kurt dropped his hand back on the bulge of his boyfriend's cock, just resting it there in a way that felt like mine.

A minute later Kurt was putting the car into park in the driveway and he glanced at Blaine to find his eyes screwed closed and his face flushed. Kurt pulled his hand away from Blaine's lap to step out of the car and Blaine's hips jerked as they involuntarily tried to follow.

Kurt opened the passenger door and pulled Blaine out of the car, Blaine looking up at Kurt with glazed eyes.

"Come on, babe," Kurt said, and tugged Blaine into the house.

The minute the door was closed, Kurt roughly pushed Blaine up against it, diving in for a deep and claiming kiss. Kurt pressed his hard cock against Blaine's hips and made quick work of Blaine's pants before he shoved his hand down the front of Blaine's briefs and grabbed his cock, pumping it hard and fast.

Kurt's mouth moved to the hickey on Blaine's neck, sucking on the spot once again. Kurt didn't want the mark to ever fade.

"Kurt!" Blaine gasped, hips bucking up into Kurt's hand.

"Come for me, baby," Kurt ordered. "Now."

Blaine let out a long and loud moan as he came into Kurt's hand, hips jerking and cock twitching. 

"Mmm, good boy," Kurt murmured, kissing Blaine sweetly on the mouth.

Blaine just breathed and stared at Kurt, a small smile on his face, eyes dazed.

Kurt managed to tuck Blaine back into his pants before fishing into his bag for a handkerchief to wipe off his hand. He leaned in to kiss Blaine again, long and gentle. Kurt pulled back and pressed a kiss to Blaine's temple.

"Kurt?"

"Yeah, babe?" Kurt replied, wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist and pulling back to look Blaine in the eye.

"Can I, um..." Blaine was blushing and he dropped his eyes the floor. His voice was quiet and shy. "Can I blow you?"

Kurt had to bite his lip and close his eyes for a moment. When he opened them he found Blaine looking up at him with hopeful eyes and pink cheeks.

--

Blaine's face burned and he was holding his breath, waiting for Kurt's answer. He couldn't believe he had asked for that, but he wanted it. Wanted it so much.

"Yes," Kurt said, eyes burning bright as he gazed down at Blaine.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand in his and pulled him quickly towards the stairs. Blaine followed until they were in Kurt's room with the door shut behind him, and before Blaine realized what was happening, Kurt had him again pressed up against another door.

This time, when Kurt kissed him, he turned so that Kurt was the one leaning against the door. Blaine could feel Kurt's hard cock straining through his jeans, and Blaine shivered with excitement at the thought of wrapping his lips around his boyfriend's dick.

Kurt cupped Blaine's face in his hands as he pulled back from the kiss. He pressed another quick kiss to Blaine's face before he spoke. "On your knees, babe."

Blaine's whole body quivered and when he automatically dropped to his knees he felt pleasure spike through his body. Something felt so, so right, looking up at Kurt while kneeling at his feet. Kurt's hands still cradled his face and his thumbs traced Blaine's cheekbones.

"Good boy," Kurt said. Desire burned in his eyes as he looked down at Blaine, and his voice was sure and very in control. "Take out my cock."

Blaine's hands only shook a little as he reached for the button on Kurt's jeans. He was pretty sure he should be more nervous, but Kurt's instructions were making everything easy. Blaine’s breathing came a little quicker as he pulled down the zipper and bit his lip. He carefully tugged down the band of Kurt's briefs until his hard cock sprang free.

A small gasp escaped Blaine's mouth at the sight of Kurt's large and very hard cock,  bobbing just in front of his face. He unconsciously licked his lower lip and looked up at Kurt, waiting for guidance.

"Take me in your hand," Kurt said, hands moving from Blaine's face to the back of his neck.

Blaine's right hand came up and wrapped around Kurt's cock. It was hard and heavy in his palm, so much like his own but different, a little bit thicker and maybe a bit longer. Blaine tentatively started to move his hand up and down the shaft, squeezing gently.

"Yes, yes that's good," Kurt said, breathing heavily. "OK baby, now I want you to take just the head in your mouth."

Blaine's own cock twitched a bit at the order, and he stilled his hand for a moment, licking his lips before bringing the head of Kurt's cock to his mouth. He carefully sucked on the tip with his lips, tongue darting out to lick at the sensitive slit.

"Good, good boy," Kurt groaned, hands gripping Blaine's curls, no longer caring about the gel in his hair. "Take me all the way into your mouth."

Blaine pushed his mouth further on Kurt's cock, until he felt the head brush the back of his throat. He sucked a bit before he started to experiment with moving his mouth up and down the length of the hard cock, hand still gripping the base.

Kurt moaned. "Yes, Blaine. Move your hand too, baby."

Blaine started to pump with his hand as he continued to bob his head up and down. He started to experiment with his tongue, judging his attempts on how loud Kurt would moan.

As Blaine continued to suck Kurt's cock, he felt himself overcome with a sense of peace and contentment. This felt so right, so good. 

Kurt's moans were getting louder as Blaine found his rhythm, hand and mouth working together.

"Blaine, baby, I'm gonna, oh!" Kurt stuttered, tugging on Blaine's hair in warning.

But Blaine had no intention of backing off; instead he sucked a little harder and bobbed a little faster. And when he experimented with a swirling trick with his tongue Kurt let out a grunt and shout, and suddenly Blaine's mouth was filled with his boyfriend's come, which he tried to quickly swallow as load after load coated the back of his throat. 

Once Kurt had finished, Blaine gently pulled off his cock, taking a moment to carefully lap up a couple stray dribbles of come from Kurt before he tucked him away in his jeans and buttoned him back up. Only then did he look up at Kurt, still kneeling, hopeful that he had pleased his boyfriend.

Kurt was staring at him with a look of pure fascination. He silently reached out to stroke Blaine’s cheek, and Blaine leaned into the caress and hummed his happiness.

"That was amazing, baby, thank you," Kurt said, smiling down at him in adoration. 

Blaine smiled, but there were two words he really needed to hear, and he bit his lip for a moment before he asked, face a bit red.

"Was I good?"

Kurt grinned at him. "You were very good, babe, such a very good boy."