Blaine was more than remotely attractive. Finn had to admit that the kid was very handsome. Black curly hair all gelled up, tanned skin and big, expressive hazel eyes…the sort of eyes that just screamed innocence. Blaine could only be around 18 years old. No, Finn didn’t like this at all.

Kurt, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the situation quite a bit. He was nuzzling his head against Blaine’s neck, who chuckled in return, feeling ticklish.

After a while, Kurt just rested his head on Blaine’s shoulder and remained silent.

The silence was too much and Blaine was feeling uncomfortable, so he decided to start a conversation.

“So, why did you guys leave the bar?”

“Because I found you.” said Kurt, matter-of-factly.

Blaine blushed. “Wha… N-no, I mean… You were already leaving when I ran into you.”

“Because we were at the gayest bar in all of Lima and my 100% straight brother was having more fun than me.” Kurt answered looking at Finn, whose eyes remained on the road.

“Where are we going?” Finn suddenly asked. Kurt smiled crookedly.

“Home, James.”

“Shut up, I wasn’t talking to you.” Kurt pretended to look hurt. “Blaine, where do you live?”

“Always the party-pooper…” Kurt sighed as Blaine answered.

“I-I’m not going home. I’m going with him.”

“Hear that, Finn? He wants to go with me.” said Kurt looking at Blaine, a triumphant smile on his face.

“Fine, whatever.”

They didn’t talk for the rest of the journey. Mainly because Finn was pissed off and Kurt kept nuzzling his head against Blaine’s neck. Blaine was flustered and nervous but didn’t pull back.

Suddenly, he felt Kurt kissing his neck and he tensed. Kurt noticed that and backed away to see Blaine’s face.

“Shhh… Relax, Blaine. I’m not doing anything you don’t want.” Blaine turned to face him, his eyes wide.

Kurt felt something strange as he stared into those big, bright eyes. He didn’t like feeling strange. He didn’t like feeling, period. Feelings were dangerous.

Finn came to a stop at a red light. He looked once more through the rear mirror just as Blaine turned to face Kurt. His mouth fell open as he noticed the slight change in Kurt’s features as he stared at Blaine.

A stranger could not have pointed it out; it was barely noticeable. But Finn knew his brother all too well, and loved him just as much. Of course he’d noticed the spark that shot across Kurt’s eyes. It’d been years since he last saw that spark.

‘I think he might actually like this kid,’ Finn thought as the light turned green and he resumed his driving.

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Finally, they arrived at their destination. Kurt and Blaine hopped out of the car and Finn said goodbye, not before giving Kurt a warning look. The two of them got to the elevator and Blaine saw Kurt pressing the last button. When the door opened, they were presented with Kurt’s apartment.

“You… you own the penthouse?!” Blaine asked in awe.

“Actually, I own the building,” Kurt said as he removed his coat.

“Oh. Wow. Well, it’s very nice. Beautifully decorated, did you do it? O-or did you hire someone to do it, or…” Blaine was ranting and he knew it. Kurt began walking towards him.

“Yeah… I did it.” He took Blaine’s jacket off. “I think we’ve talked enough, don’t you?”

Blaine gulped and said, “Y-you think that? I-I thought we should talk, get acquainted, you know? Before we, uh, do…”

Before Blaine could finish his sentence, Kurt’s lips were on his. He was surprised and didn’t know what to do. After all, it was his very first kiss. He closed his eyes and responded. When Kurt sensed that, he deepened the kiss. They broke apart, breathing heavily and not before long, Kurt was attacking Blaine’s neck.

Blaine moaned tangling his hands in Kurt’s hair. Kurt began unbuttoning the younger man’s shirt, running his hands across the tanned skin. Blaine shivered at the touch and led Kurt’s lips back to his. He was surprised by how natural this felt, how good. He wasn’t nervous as Kurt began leading them towards the bed. Clothes flew everywhere and before they knew it, they were both naked.

Blaine felt a little self conscious and attempted to cover himself, but Kurt stopped him by grabbing his hands and placing them above Blaine’s head, holding them with his own. He leaned down and kissed Blaine, gentler this time. He released Blaine’s hands as his own began caressing Blaine’s chest. Blaine arched towards the touch and breathed heavily.

Kurt traced kisses down Blaine’s skin. He kissed every inch of his body, making Blaine moan and pant. It was incredible—Blaine’s skin felt hot to the touch and he wanted more. He needed more. Kurt stopped and looked up to meet Blaine’s eyes.

“Are you ready?” He asked, his eyes filled with lust.

Blaine swallowed hard and nodded. Kurt then proceeded to prepare him. When Blaine felt the finger at his entrance, his breath hitched. He gritted his teeth, getting used to the intrusion. Kurt kept whispering sweet nothings in his ear and when the pain finally subsided, Blaine felt amazing. His moans became louder and then Kurt inserted another and yet another finger, and Blaine felt he couldn’t take it any longer. He felt he was going to explode with sheer pleasure.

Just as he was about to find his release, Kurt’s fingers were gone. Blaine whimpered at the loss of contact but soon he saw Kurt putting a condom on and then felt him aligning himself to Blaine’s entrance.

He pushed inside slowly and Blaine felt uncomfortable. This hurt… a lot.

“Relax, kid.” Kurt said his voice deep and husky.

He was all the way in as Blaine panted and faced Kurt. There it was—that strange sensation tugging at Kurt’s heart. What was it with this kid and his eyes? Kurt Hummel didn’t feel. He had taught himself not to feel and he certainly wasn’t going to let this kid alter that.

He pushed in a little more roughly than he had intended, mainly because he was getting frustrated by the confusing thoughts he was having. Blaine threw his head back and screamed; his back arched towards Kurt.

“Kurt! Oh, God. D-don’t stop.” Blaine was a writhing mess and got worse as Kurt’s thrusts quickened.

“Fuck… So good…”

“Ah! Ah! K-Kurt! Faster! I, ugh… I’m close…” Blaine moaned. Kurt growled in response and his thrusts became even more erratic.

“Blaine, you feel so good. So tight.”

“Ah! Fuck… Kurt! Kurt! AH!”

“Fuck, yes!”

They came together, panting heavily. Kurt fell on top of Blaine, their limbs tangled and their bodies a sweaty mess. Blaine was speechless, that had been the best thing he had experienced so far.

‘Not bad for a first time,’ he thought as he looked at Kurt, who has falling asleep. He held Kurt in his arms and drifted to sleep as well, a content smile on his face.

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The next morning, Blaine woke up to an empty bed. He rubbed his eyes and looked around. He caught a glimpse of Kurt pacing around the bathroom. He was combing his hair and was already fully clothed.

When he noticed that Blaine had woken up, Kurt turned around, smiling brightly.

“Oh, you’re awake. Get dressed. I’ll make you some breakfast. Hurry up; we’re leaving in 20 minutes.”

Blaine silently nodded and got up. He picked his clothes from the floor, blushing as he remembered the events from last night. He checked his phone and saw 10 missed calls from his mom.

“Shit!”

He had forgotten to call her but he was sure she would have called either Quinn or Santana and they’d cover for him. Of course, if that happened they wouldn’t leave him alone until he confessed the real reason for not getting home last night.

They ate quickly and then left the apartment, Kurt ushering Blaine to his car. When he got a glimpse of it, he turned around with his mouth hanging open.

“A Porsche?!” Kurt laughed at Blaine’s shocked expression.

“The perks of being a successful business man.” He shrugged and opened the passenger door.

Once they were both inside the car, Kurt faced Blaine.

“Two questions now. First, where am I dropping you and second, since your answer will probably be school, how old are you?”

“I-I, uh, I’m eighteen.” Blaine answered, blushing furiously. He expected Kurt to go crazy on him, yell or kick him out of the car, but Kurt smiled kindly and just asked.

“So, where am I dropping you?”