It was around ten when Kurt stumbled into the living room. Blaine wasn't there and the cold, empty spot Kurt had woken up next to was clear evidence that he had been up for quite a while. Without really having any idea what else to do Kurt rubbed his still sleepy eyes and walked to the kitchen to see if he could find some coffee.

There he found Blaine. He was sitting at the dining table in front of his laptop, a bottle of water next to him and his outfit telling that he had been to the gym. When Kurt realized that he was in the middle of a video call he thought that he should leave him to privacy, but when he heard the voice coming from the speakers he couldn't help staying in the door.

"Uncle Blaine, are you coming home soon? My daddies are taking me to see fireworks tonight. Will you come see fireworks with us?" Marilyn beamed at him, evidently eager to share the upcoming experience with her uncle.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not coming home until in a few days, bunny. I'm gonna see fireworks myself tonight, just somewhere else and with someone else," Blaine said apologetically with a hint of guilt in his voice.

With everything that had happened since he came there two days ago Kurt had forgotten everything about New Years and he realized that he had no idea what he would be doing for the biggest event of the year. And even worse; he hadn't planned an outfit.

If he just wanna go to a bar or a club I'm staying here, Kurt thought, figuring that it wouldn't be much different to celebrate New Years alone than his usual dinner with the family.

"Are you gonna be with Kurt? Will he see the fireworks with you?" The girl asked curiously and Kurt was suddenly very aware of the conversation he had nearly missed.

"Yes, Kurt is here too. I hope he will see the fireworks with me," Blaine said and emptied his bottle.

"He's so pretty! Will you kiss him when the fireworks come? Daddy Sebastian always kisses Daddy Cooper when there is fireworks -" she said, like that should seal the deal and convince Blaine that kissing Kurt at midnight was the only right thing to do.

"He is really pretty. I -" Blaine started and Kurt was so eager to hear his response that he nearly tripped over his own feet, when Blaine was interrupted.

"Baby, you go out to daddy and let him fix your braids," a man said on the computer and there was some rustling around, Kurt's heart dropping. He didn't know what he had hoped to hear, but now that he was cheated of the response he was sure he would go insane.

"Alright. Goodbye, Uncle Blaine. I miss you. Say hi to pretty Kurt from me. Kiss him – I think he's a prince," she said, annoyed that she had been told to leave, but whispering the last part about Kurt being a prince.

"I bet he is. Bye, bunny. Take care of your daddies for me. And wear that dress I gave you," Blaine said and blew her a kiss of his fingers.

"Don't run!" Her dad warned her before he returned to adult-mode.

"Kurt is with you in New York? Come on, Blaine. You can't keep it up with this kid. Eventually you're gonna break him. He'll want a boyfriend and do the things that teenagers do with their boyfriends," the man said.

"Mind your own business, Coop. I am not gonna break him," Blaine snapped and got to his feet.

Kurt rushed away to hide around the corner so Blaine wouldn't catch him spying on him and his private conversations.

"Don't tell me that the first time you actually have feelings for someone it's a child. People go to jail for that, Blaine -"

"Stop calling him a child! Kurt is very mature. I hardly consider his age when we're together. But no, there are no feelings involved. He's here because he had never been to New York and I thought he would appreciate it with the holidays spirit," Blaine said, clearly upset, but the last bit stammered before his brother sighed heavily.

"Sounds like feelings to me. Little brother, it's okay. It's good that you have finally crossed that line to grow up. It's healthy. The only bad part is that you're in love with a kid."

Cooper's voice was sad, practically begging, and it made Kurt's stomach roll over. There was no way Blaine was in love with him. This guy clearly didn't know his brother at all.

"Screw you, Cooper. Stay out of my personal life and I'll stay out of yours. Tell the wife I said hi. I'm gonna shower," Blaine snapped and clasped the laptop closed in the middle of Cooper arguing against him.

Kurt quickly got to his senses and ran down the hall on tiptoes to make it look like he had just got come from the bedroom, luckily making it before Blaine was out of the kitchen.

He got a quick hold of himself and did his best to appear as innocent as possible as he came down the hall and met Blaine on the way.

"Good. You're up. There's breakfast for you in the fridge and the microwave. I'm gonna take a shower. Feel free to join me if you want," Blaine exclaimed when he saw Kurt and let a hand briefly brush over Kurt's wrist, sending electricity through Kurt without knowing why.

"Okay. Thanks," Kurt mumbled, and Blaine was in the bathroom, closing the door after him.

Great. More avocado-cucumber-green-stuff, Kurt thought and rolled his eyes when he opened the fridge to find a post-it with his name on put to a glass of Blaine's wonder-cure and one more on a little bowl of fruit bits. He took it out and turned around to find a similar post-it on the microwave so he opened it and found a little stack of pancakes.

Either he wants me fat now, or he is expecting me to be active today, he smiled, astonished by Blaine's consideration. He took it all to the table and started eating.

He couldn't quite figure out what to make of what had heard. Blaine thought he was pretty, a prince; a pretty prince. Or he had just said that to please Marilyn. But somehow Kurt had a feeling that Blaine wouldn't lie to her. She might not be anymore than 4 years old, but he still shared a bond with her that he didn't have with anyone else.

And then there was Cooper. The way Blaine had told him to not refer to Kurt as a child, the way he had been upset over him. But he kept saying that he didn't have any feelings for Kurt. He really hadn't told Cooper anything he hadn't told Kurt himself.

But it didn't matter, because did not have feelings for Blaine. Really. Of course he hadn't. That would be preposterous.

Blaine was just... special.

xXx

When Blaine came from the shower he found Kurt on the couch, still in his pajamas. He was on the phone so Blaine stayed quiet and sat down next to him, not even caring that the towel around his waist dropped open, giving Kurt a clear view of everything it was supposed to cover up.

He noticed Kurt's eyes dart towards his crotch like he couldn't stop it. His cheeks flamed and he hurried to look away. Of course that only made it all more fun for Blaine so he moved a little closer to Kurt and let the towel drop completely to his sides with his moist, naked thigh clasped against Kurt's clothed knee, Blaine's one hand grabbing Kurt's to run it up his inner thigh.

"No dad. We're not gonna drink. I'll be alright... No, Rachel is just – in the shower," Kurt stammered as he nervously let Blaine lead his hand over his soft flesh.

Blaine let his head fall back to rest on the back of the couch. He kept his eyes drifting between Kurt and hands that were slowly moving closer to where he was going hard and to Kurt's red face where he was getting flustered.

"Dad... I'm fine. Really. I won't even be near fireworks – we'll see it from inside," Kurt continued and gave a gasp when Blaine their hands around his cock.

"No. Nothing... I just – I need to go, dad -" Kurt stuttered in a broken voice and allowed Blaine to start swiping their hands around his now fully erect dick.

Blaine watched as Kurt shifted in his seat and tensed his thighs. Kurt squeezed his hand a little, making Blaine give a small moan. Kurt clammed his legs together and moved his hand, shakily but faster.

Blaine released his own hand and moved it between Kurt's legs, forcing him to spread them so he had room to rub his hand over Kurt's crotch. Kurt's mouth dropped open and his eyes started swimming. He eased his legs and let them spread a little wider. A small, needy whimper fell from his mouth – a sound that really shouldn't be released while he was on the phone. With his dad.

"I just... unfh... spilled tea – on my shirt," Kurt said weakly into the phone as he canted his hips upwards.

Blaine felt himself go close. Kurt's hand had turned a lot more skilled since the first time he had done this. He angled his wrist and used his thumb to tease the slit lightly. He knew just the pace and places to get Blaine right where he needed.

"Oh god! Fuck! I'll call you back, dad -" Kurt groaned and let his phone drop to the couch right as he bucked his cunt into Blaine's hand for more friction.

"God! I am gonna kill you," Kurt panted, his head lolling to the side so he could catch Blaine's eyes.

"As long as you wait until I've come -" he smirked and pressed two fingers against where he could feel that Kurt's hole was gaping and closing in need to be filled.

Kurt doubled his forces and within seconds Blaine's muscles were on fire and he was spurting come all over his legs, Kurt's hand and the towel under him. He nearly stopped moving his own hand but with a few tactically correct rubs against Kurt's clit he was a cascade of moaning "yes, Blaine, yes."

"Shit. Now I have to shower again. Come on – you're coming with me. We have a lot to do today," Blaine said as he dried the worst semen off his legs with the towel before he got up.

Kurt took a moment to come back down to Earth before he was on his feet and behind Blaine. He agreed to join him in the shower, but they kept to themselves and did what they had to do – Blaine naturally sneaking glances at Kurt's wet and hot naked body so close to his own that he could nearly taste his skin.

As soon as they were finished Blaine told Kurt to get ready because he was taking him to get a manicure. Blaine had a personal manicurist who didn't mind working on New Year's Eve, and he reckoned that Kurt would appreciate that on such an important evening and he was right; Kurt was ecstatic.

After the manicure Kurt was thrilled to finally be able to walk around town when Blaine led him to a high, white building. They were let in by security who Blaine had announced their arrival to in advance to avoid technicalities that would only hinder them in keeping up with the schedule Blaine wanted to stick to. When they entered where they were going Kurt went speechless, but Blaine told him to pick out an outfit for the night's party.

They were at the showroom of one of his close friends, a stylist who always made sure to have a bit of everything in her repertoire for a last minute decision, and she didn't mind letting Blaine take advantage of that since he often saved her when she was in some kind of need. She was in Japan for a big job at the moment, so they weren't in risk of getting interrupted in their strolling around the racks.

After two hours Kurt had what he needed and they went for lunch in a restaurant where Kurt slowly started to show that he was learning how to act and be in the places Blaine took him.

At last they were back home and Blaine told him to get ready before he started to get ready himself. At 6.30 Blaine was cuffing up his purple dress shirt and fixing his tie when Kurt awkwardly came to his room.

"It's kinda hard to dress when you never tell me where we're going. Really starting to be annoying, you know -" Kurt moped as Blaine turned around to face him.

Kurt was dressed in a bottle-green suit with a light gray shirt. His bowtie was black with silver stars and his shoes were black patent leather oxfords. His hair was combed back but a lock was left to hang nonchalantly down his forehead. A vague line of black and silver kohl was mixed on the wet line of his lower eyelashes and the rosy color in his cheeks were the last pinch to how gorgeous he looked.

"Kurt – you look gorgeous. All eyes will be on you tonight, I promise," Blaine said, voice rasp and his throat as well.

That was stupid. He was used to Kurt looking good. Kurt always looked good. That was why he wanted to fuck him in the first place. There was no reason for him to be stunned about Kurt's looks.

"I – thank you. You look really handsome too. But – here. Wear this instead," Kurt said and reached Blaine a tie from the rack on the inside of his closet. It was black with silver stars, matching Kurt's bowtie.

At first he stared at it like Kurt was asking him to wear an orange bonnet, but eventually he accepted it and took the tie to replace the one he was already wearing. He was done.

"That's it. Perfectly magical," Kurt smiled and clapped his hands together as he tilted his head for a last look at Blaine.

xXx

After they left Blaine's apartment they attended a dinner party Thomas and his boyfriend were hosting in their holiday residence in mid-town. Blaine introduced Kurt as a friend and ignored the glances they received. Kurt was a boom of energy and fell into colorful conversations with the other guests about fashion and musical theater. After dinner the entire group went for a party that was held in a former factory building that now served for alternative fashion shows and after parties. The party was already fully worked up when they arrived around ten, and everyone was dressed in highest fashion, most of it stuff that made Kurt's eyes sparkle and his fingers curl up to keep himself from touching and feeling and look for all the details.

Once they were inside Blaine found a waiter and asked for the VIP lounge and once he gave his name they were guided to a restricted area at the end of the large hall.

Music was pumping loudly and everyone was way more glittering and colorful than they would have been on a regular night out, a mask or a cape not uncommon among the guests. Everyone had mixed their outfits with statements of the year to come in the form of jewelery or brooches, stupidly expensive considering they would only be used this once. No one would doubt that this party had been New Year's Eve if they were to see the evidence in the wake.

Luckily the VIP area was adjusted so it was possible to have an actual conversation. Blaine ordered white wine for himself and after a look at Kurt looking innocently and waiting he ordered a glass for him as well.

When they received their drinks Blaine found the host who was sitting in the middle of a group of leather couches surrounded by beautiful people. Each and everyone was someone Blaine knew – and to his satisfaction they all quickly found Kurt to be the attraction of the night, men and women.

Blaine loved being the only kid in kindergarten with candy in his lunch box.

They went through the usual hugs and kisses on cheeks before they sat down, Thomas and his boyfriend joining them as they had found their way to them. Kurt was sitting next to Blaine and played nervously with a finger on the edge of his glass while Blaine engaged in talking to the host, a fine photographer who had a crush on Blaine.

"Oh, you brought Kitty!" Denise exclaimed as she found them in the middle of the group. She bent down to kiss Kurt's cheek and Blaine's lips, before sending him a stern glance.

"I thought you were sending him back to Lima to be a normal teenager," she hissed into his ear, careful not to let Kurt hear them.

"He didn't want to leave. And fuck off," Blaine grunted at her. She pinched his arm and continued to walk to a table so she could flirt with a woman in a very short dress, very high platform heels and no panties.

"Are you bored?" Blaine asked when he turned to Kurt who was turning his now empty glass in hand. He noticed the guy next to Kurt staring hungrily at him, his hand drifting dangerously close to Kurt's thigh, so Blaine put an arm around him and pulled him closer.

"No. I'm just – I don't know what I'm doing here. I have no reason to be among fancy people like these," Kurt mumbled sheepishly.

"Of course you do. You're with me – and maybe next year you'll be here on personal invitation. Come on, I'll introduce you to some people," Blaine said and got to his feet, gesturing for Kurt to follow him.

He put their empty glasses on the bar and asked for a refill. As soon as they had full glasses Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and led him through the small closed area until he found who he was looking for.

"Kate, there's someone I want you to meet. This is Kurt Hummel, he's my... consultant slash model. I take him to meetings with stylists so he can help me pick out pieces and model outfits to give a better impression of how it looks on a body instead of a doll. I've wanted to bring him to a meeting with you but you've been so busy lately," Blaine smiled as he hugged the tiny woman with big dark curls and a flashy green dress with a satin buste and wild tulle.

"Hi Kurt – that is quite a wonderful ensemble you've put together there. You did this yourself or is this Blaine's work? Cause it does not look like something he would do," the woman complimented and smiled as she shook Kurt's hand.

Blaine leaned back and enjoyed his drink while watching his friend let life spring back into Kurt with her talks about design and the bravery needed for dressing spectacularly.

As soon as he was sure Kurt wouldn't be missing him anytime soon Blaine went to the bar where Thomas was waiting for his drink. Blaine smiled and was happy to finally see his old friend back out of his cave of a mentally married life.

"Why didn't you tell me you have a boyfriend?" Thomas asked and nudged Blaine's arm teasingly, but his voice and eyes were clearly excited.

"Who would have thought Blaine Anderson would ever get a boyfriend," he commented, his eagerness nearly reflected in the disco ball above their heads.

"I don't have a boyfriend. I told you all; he's just a friend," Blaine said, a little annoyed that Thomas of all people didn't know him better than that. If anyone should know Blaine it should be him – apparently he wasn't any different from the other ignorant idiots.

"Blaine, honey – you're my best friend, you have been for years... I've only ever seen you have feelings for that Lexus you drive back home, and that adorable little niece that you would be willing to kill said Lexus to protect – and I assure you, baby, that look in your eyes when you look at that boy, that's not coming from your pipe like with every other guy that's been near you since your hormones kicked in," Thomas sighed and put his arm around Blaine's shoulder, staring at Kurt through the room.

Kurt was grinning and laughing and using wide arm gestures in his conversation that made Kate sincerely laugh and smile heartfelt – something only a small handful of people had been known to master.

"He's young, so damn younger. It's illegal – but Blaine, don't fight it, because he feels it too. It's obvious. People don't get stars in their eyes when they're holding the hand of their favorite fuck. And this is schoolgirl-head-over-heels for you. Embrace it," Thomas concluded and started sucking on the straw of a coconut daiquiri. The guy might be built as a football player and a mean top in bed (if the stories were any indication), but he sure had a sweet tooth when it came to drinks.

"He's only just turned 16. He should be disgusted with me," Blaine mumbled and rested his head on Thomas' shoulder, back to feeling 23 again like he always did with Thomas.

"But he's not. Allow yourself to be human. Tell him how you feel."

"No. We fuck and I make sure he gets expensive clothes. That's the deal, and that's all it will ever be between us -" Blaine said firmly through gritted teeth.

"You're making a huge mistake," Thomas sighed but suddenly snapped out of the conversation as he let his drink hard onto the table in front of them.

It only took Blaine a second to realize why his friend had tensed up out of the blue. Kurt was having problems. Kate had left their table for the bar and now a guy was over where Kurt was waiting, groping him without caring about Kurt's extremely uncomfortable expression.

"No. I'm really not interested," Kurt said as politely as possible while he tried twisting himself out of the guy's grip around his shoulders.

"Come on, handsome. You can't sat you don't like me before you've tried me," the guy said and dove his face into Kurt's neck with Kurt still doing a great struggling effort to get away.

"Hey, douchebag. Didn't you hear what the boy said? He's not interested," Blaine said as he came over to the table. He could feel that Thomas was right behind him, the menacing frame he always had as backup when they used to go out and Blaine hit on guys with boyfriends.

"Mind your own business. He's into me, I can tell -" the guy snarled and let his tongue out to lick up Kurt's neck. Now Kurt looked like he was surely heading for tears and panic.

"No... please just stop," Kurt begged and tried stepping on the guy's foot, his hands on his chest to push him away, but little did it help since the guy was both taller and broader than Kurt.

"Are you stupid? You must be! Look at the way he's trying to get away. Let him go!" Blaine growled and grabbed the guy's arm, his hand closing tight to pull him away.

"Don't you touch me!" The guy yelled and pushed Blaine away with a force that had him falling backwards, his back clasping against Thomas' chest.

"Blaine, it's okay. Don't hurt yourself. I'll just go away..." Kurt squeaked from next to Thomas where he had found a temporary refuge now the guy had released his grip on him.

"And who the hell do you think you are to come butting in on other people's privacy?" The guy snapped and cocked his chin, the height and width of his shoulders starting to make him look a bit intimidating since he was nearly twice Blaine's size.

"The boyfriend of the guy you were just violating, that's who!" Blaine hissed, not knowing why the hell he would say something as stupid as that, but the way the things were evolving at the moment it honestly didn't matter all that much.

He drew in a heavy breath and raised his shoulders, ready for fight if needed. He could feel the adrenaline getting ready while his fists were slowly closing and easing up in a steady rhythm, simply aching to be crushed against the jerk's face.

"Blaine, leave it! We're going," Thomas said and grabbed Blaine's arm to pull him away and towards the bar where Kate had been watching the whole thing from a distance.

The guy was still yelling curses from behind them, but security was past them and his swearing at Blaine turned into swearing at the rest of the party as he tried to avoid being kicked out.

"Kurt, darling, are you okay? I hurried to get the bartender to call security the second I saw what was going on," Kate fussed maternally as she cupped Kurt's face to make sure he wasn't hurt in any way.

"No feelings for him, huh?" Thomas muttered under his breath as he released Blaine's arm.

"Screw you. I had to tell him something," Blaine growled.

"You could have told him you were a hitman, or working with the Italian mafia. Or that you have diplomatic immunity so you could trash him without getting into trouble, or that you were a gun enthusiast with the biggest collection of the nation – but no, you played the boyfriend card."

He was more or less snickering now and Blaine was surprised that he hadn't turned the adrenaline to his face instead.

"I am not listening to anymore of your shit," Blaine warned and left his side with a low "tell him" whispered directly into his ear.

Blaine flexed his jaw in annoyance and went over to take Kurt's hand so he could lead him a little away from his friends so they could talk in private instead.

"Are you okay? Did the prick hurt you?" Blaine asked and caught Kurt's eyes. He was still shocked and upset, but it seemed like he was forcing himself to calm down.

"I'm okay. Just a little shaken. Thank you... you didn't have to do that," Kurt said and twisted his hand a little in Blaine's.

"Of course I did. If I hadn't he would probably have carried you out in the alley and tried raping you or something. How was I supposed to just stand and watch?" Blaine stated and shuddered by the thought. No matter what his relation to Kurt was he couldn't have anyone ever hurting him.

Kurt smiled a little and looked up from under long eyelashes, his eyes having watched their locked fingers closely between them.

"You keep surprising me with how you're actually able to care. I like this side of you," Kurt said, the corners of his going a little up.

"I'm sorry that I sort of yelled to everyone that I'm your boyfriend. I just wanted to get him off you and that was the only thing that came to my mind in the middle of it all," Blaine apologized, hoping Kurt didn't take that part too hard.

"No. Don't worry about it. That's okay," Kurt smiled.

"Can we – can we go? I mean, I like everyone, your friends are nice but... I just need some fresh air," Kurt said sheepishly and looked embarrassed by his request.

"It's okay, doll-face. Let me just tell the guys," Blaine smiled and squeezed his hand. With a silent "thank you" Kurt leaned in to kiss his cheek before they went over to Blaine's friends at the bar.

Thomas sent him a suspicious glance but smiled at Kurt and hugged Blaine. Kate hugged Blaine as well, followed by a long, tight hug to Kurt, assuring him that if he needed anything he could count on her. When they walked away Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and held it tight while leading him through the dark party to the city outside.

Neither of them said anything as they walked down the street, hand-in-hand, while New York was busy celebrating around them. They walked until they reached the docks a block away. There weren't that many people since everyone searched to Times Square to see the ball drop at midnight.

"I'm sorry I've made your first visit in New York so crappy," Blaine said as he leaned against the fence where they had stopped to look over the water.

The stars were bright over them and some people had already opened their fireworks. The lights were on in a few of the office buildings and some of the ships and boats, but mostly the lights came from lampposts and the town behind them.

"You didn't... make it crappy. It's been very eventful," Kurt said and looked sad. He shoved his gloved hands into his pockets and took an awkward step towards Blaine. His nose was nearly as pink as his cheeks, and his smile seemed like something uncomfortable inside him had been stirred up.

"You didn't do anything. It's just been a series of unfortunate events," Kurt shrugged.

"Yeah. That too. But I've been a jerk, and I'm sorry for that," Blaine sighed and wondered how much of the alcohol had gone to his brain and how much of these things he would have said if he had been clear and sober.

He grabbed Kurt's wrist and pulled him closer. Blaine folded his arm around his waist, but Kurt backed a little away.

"Blaine. I – I think that... when we go home we should probably stop seeing each other. I'm 16, and I've never had a boyfriend. I like you, but this isn't a relationship. We agreed on that, and we agreed that it will never be. And you don't care about me other than sex – all of this is just your... payment, for having sex with me. If we weren't sleeping together you would have never done these things for me. As much as I enjoy... what we do, I think that I should try having those things with someone with a little more substance between us than just... fucking. Someone I might be able to have a future with," Kurt said sadly and took a step back.

Okay. Now the alcohol had definitely taken over Blaine's brain as Kurt's words hit him like a train. Everything was in front of his eyes and the words were sharp and echoing in his ears. He let his hand drop from Kurt's waist and used it to support against the fence so he wouldn't slip on the icy tiles under their feet.

"Well, if that's how you feel I can't hold you back," he muttered. He couldn't even look at Kurt right now. Kurt was dumping him, leaving him, throwing him away.

Could Kurt even break up with him if they had never dated?

"Are you breaking up with me?" He burst out, unable to stop it but only vaguely aware of his own words and voice now.

"Blaine, we're not together. We never were. That's the whole point. I can't be your -"

"You can't break up with me, Kurt. Not... no," Blaine said and suddenly he was aware that his heart was beating very fast and the cracks from the fireworks were much louder than they had been only a few minutes earlier.

"Blaine, come on. Don't give me that now. You can get tons of sex from more or less everyone else. I like you, but you're only so hooked on me because I'm... different," Kurt sighed and brushed a lock of hair away from his face with fingers hidden by knitted stripes.

"Yes. That is the point! I want to be with you because you're different, but not in the way you think," Blaine stammered and felt his forehead wrinkle with desperation clogging up his throat.

"You really had a lot to drink, didn't you? We better get you home so you don't hurt yourself. Come here, we'll find a cab," Kurt said and started walking towards the streets, but Blaine was quickly behind him to stop him.

"Kurt... I never had a boyfriend either. I have no idea how to be a couple. I'm stupid and pathetic and selfish – and you would be served so much better with anyone but me," he started and Kurt turned around with a heavy breath.

"Blaine, stop -"

"No, Kurt! I won't stop! I am selfish, and that's why I want you. I will probably hurt you and make so many idiotic misunderstandings, and forget your birthday, or to ask how your day was – but it doesn't change that I would still try and I would do it all with the purpose of making you happy. If you were my boyfriend..."

Where the fuck did that come from? Why would he say that? Oh god it was true. He really had grown accustomed to being with Kurt, let himself fall into the subconscious notion of being with Kurt and no one else and he was scared of the thought of Kurt being with someone who wasn't him.

"Don't say stuff like that, Blaine! I knew you were a stuck-up asshole, but this simply takes the cake. Pretending to like me because your afraid of how it will hurt your sex-life if I won't spread my legs for you anymore? You're sick!" Kurt burst out in shock.

He was glaring at Blaine with wide eyes and his mouth gaping open. It was like he had been slapped in the face or Blaine had just told him that he had infected him with some alien, deadly disease.

"That's not what... would you shut up and listen to me? Kurt, I am... in love with you. If you don't feel that way about me I can't change that, but the least you could do would be to believe me," he growled. He was honestly on his way to shouting. He was frustrated, but unfortunately not surprised, that Kurt reacted that way.

He was furious with Kurt that he just didn't get it, but he was even more furious with himself that he had allowed himself to lower his guards and let this boy enchant him in a way he had promised himself he would never let anyone do. He wanted to grab Kurt and shake him until he understood the way he was destroying him, how he was destroying these walls he had put up to not let stupid things such as feelings hold him back, but all he could do was stand back.

"You don't get it!" He screamed and kicked a trashcan before he slumped down on a bench, hiding his face in his hands.

For a long time all Blaine heard was the sound of the adrenaline rushing in his ears and the sound of New Year's Eve going on around him like he wasn't just in the middle of a fight that could potentially break him down. What was he ever supposed to do without Kurt?

"You really mean it, don't you? You really think that you have feelings for me," Kurt asked quietly and sat down on the other end of the bench, keeping his distance.

"No, Kurt. I don't think I have feelings for you – I know I have feelings for you. I have been fighting and denying it, but the truth is that you're the only one that makes my cock pop these days. And you make me... feel things I didn't know I could. Like when you were making up with that guy the other day – I just wanted to hurt him. Badly. And that guy tonight, who couldn't keep his hands off you? He could have snapped me in two, but I was ready to take it to make sure he didn't hurt you. Kurt, I -"

"I'm in love with you too. I didn't want you to know. Because it was against all the rules. All your stupid, goddamn rules. Always so lame... And it just got stronger the more time we spent together. That's why I thought we should stop seeing each other," Kurt exclaimed. He looked utterly distressed, like he had no idea what was going on.

"But now – do you still think that? Or... do you wanna give me a chance? Do you wanna be... you know, my boyfriend?" Blaine asked, mentally kicking himself. He was a 32 year old man, asking someone to be his boyfriend. Back to kindergarten.

"Do you really think you could do it? Like, not be with anyone but me? Talking to me instead of telling me to back off? All of those things that couples do," Kurt asked apprehensively.

"I want to. I don't want to be with anyone but you, Kurt. I was starting to fear my dick had a malfunction, but really it's just because you're the only one who gets me off," Blaine explained and winced by the memory of all those times he had been out with the plan of hooking up with some hot guy but ended up going him alone instead.

Suddenly the world was exploding in colors and cracks and screams around them. Fireworks were booming wildly over their heads and the sounds from the parties behind them suddenly turned a lot noisier than they had been so far.

"Wow. It's midnight already -" Kurt observed and shifted on the bench so he could look up at the colorful stars over them.

Without know what he was doing Blaine moved over the cold wood to close between them. He let his hand slide into Kurt's and when Kurt turned his head to face him Blaine moved in to press his lips against Kurt's.

He didn't object. On the contrary he relaxed and let Blaine's lips massage against his own and allowed Blaine's tongue to enter his mouth so it could caress his own tongue with soft, soothing strokes.

It shouldn't be different. They had done this a million times before. Kissed. Been close. Touched. Yet, somehow it felt like it was the first time, like this was different and new. It was soft and warm, Kurt tasted like the sprite and vodka he had been drinking back at the party and his fingers were clenching around Blaine's hand pressed between their thighs.

"We're boyfriends now?" He asked, clearly unsure of what was going to happen next.

"We're boyfriends now," Blaine confirmed with a nod and squeezed Kurt's hand before kissing him again, this time a little more forceful, but it didn't seem like Kurt minded, instead he simply took it and let himself fall into it.

"So now what? We're going back to the party and act like nothing happened?" Kurt asked with a smile fighting to not take over his face completely, but his eyes told that it was an impossible battle.

Blaine took a little while to think it over. Thomas and Denise were there. Kate was there – everyone was there. He would have to face them all and admit that he had a boyfriend. It would be all everyone would be talking about the next thousand years: Blaine Anderson, notorious playboy settling down with a kid. Cooper would surely know it by the morning and that way he would have to spend all day arguing with him.

But he didn't want Kurt to think that he was planning on covering it up, covering up Kurt. And they did say that they were just going for fresh air – and of course Blaine couldn't go through a New Year's Eve without giving Thomas a hug after midnight.

"Yeah. I mean, we don't exactly have to broadcast it. I just wanna – be with you," Blaine said with a little shrug, hoping it would be enough to satisfy the wolves at the party and still show Kurt that he didn't care about anything but him.

When they returned to the party everyone was staring like they had just had sex in the bathroom. Admittedly, that could easily have been the case, but it wasn't, so Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand tighter and made sure they didn't let go of each other for a second.

"We just thought we'd come and say hi and wish everyone a happy new year, but we might get going soon," Blaine said as they found their way back to Thomas and Kate.

Thomas had his arms wrapped around his boyfriend while Kate was talking to some straight couple Blaine didn't know, but they clearly knew who he was. They were staring at him with wide eyes and whispered a little together when he arrived, but Blaine couldn't be bothered.

"You're leaving? It's only half past midnight. Did you turn 80 while you were out there?" Kate giggled, obviously a bit over the top on martinis.

"Kurt, by the way, I have to ask... is he good? You know... with his dick?" She asked, trying to whisper, but not really doing the job as planned because Thomas and his boyfriend nearly fell of their chairs with a laughter. Had they been emptying the the bar in the span of an hour?

"Kate! Do you mind?" Blaine hissed and tightened his grip around Kurt's hand, but to his surprise Kurt ignored his own blazed cheeks and leaned over the table.

"Oh he's good... and not just with his dick – fingers and tongue too," Kurt revealed and hurried to bite his lip with the surprise that those words had actually left his mouth.

Kate giggled even harder than before and Thomas' jaw dropped. Blaine his arm around Kurt's shoulder. He would be lying if he said that his cock didn't twitch by that – all the thoughts and ideas and plans of what he wanted to do to Kurt... he couldn't believe they hadn't started any of that already.

"As much as I am enjoying the praising of of my cock, maybe we should talk about other things – it's a big topic, we have lots to talk about later in that department," Blaine said, a little smug and accepted as Kurt leaned in to kiss his jaw with a grin.

Everyone noticed. Blaine could feel their trained eyes on them, watching their every move like coyotes ganging up on their prey, so he started walking to the bar with Kurt still glued to him, but ordered a bottle of champagne and two glasses while ignoring them.

"Do you think that's a good idea? I mean... I've already had two glasses of wine, and one vodka, and uhm... the other day it didn't really turn out that great," Kurt mumbled with innocent eyes.

"It'll be fine. I promise. No one says you have to drink the entire bottle. Besides... you were kinda kinky when you were drunk," Blaine smirked and sipped from his glass.

Kurt was still staring at his own, considering the pros and cons for why should or should not do it. He bit his bottom lip lightly and watched the sparkling liquid dance for him.

"Come on, baby. Let's celebrate. It's a new year, new time... for us," Blaine smiled and rubbed a hand up Kurt's arm, pretty sure that this particular champagne would be in Kurt's taste.

"You know what? If you don't want to it's fine... I just want to see you smile, alright -" Blaine cooed and squeezed his hand on Kurt's elbow before emptying his own glass. Of course he wouldn't force Kurt to drink if he didn't feel like it, and that way he wouldn't have to worry about him being let into the cab when they were going home.

"No. It's okay. Champagne is good. I just don't want, you know, too much," Kurt said under his breath and clinked his glass against Blaine's and smiled.

They both put their glasses to their mouths with locked eyes, and Blaine found Kurt's hand between them.

"Wow... this is good stuff," Kurt said in awe and finished his glass without care for how greedy it made him look. He drank down the sugar with please and accepted as Blaine filled his glass once more.

They kept to the bar. Blaine's friends joined them, drunk and silly on New Year's jokes and Kurt blended in like he had known them forever. Thomas kept sending glances to their hands locked together, but Blaine returned with warning glares. Maybe he could get through the rest of the night without causing and uproar and wait with the announcement until some time throughout the following week.

That was until something happened. Kurt had moved a little away to engage in a deep conversation with Kate about her recent trips to Milan and Paris, so he was completely consumed by the tales of the cities dreamed of.

"Hey stud. I hear you have a big cock," someone said and moved closer to Blaine, his arm around him and his hand dangerously down his back.

"You heard correct. I have a thousand per cent success rate," Blaine told him indifferently and glanced in Kurt's direction from the corner of his eye, feeling the guy sneak his hand closer to his ass.

"Well, I'm a tight bottom, and I really need to be filled tonight. I want my new year to start with a scream," the guy flirted and suddenly his hand was on Blaine's front, groping his crotch over his slacks.

"That's really not anything I'm interested in," Blaine said and shook his head with scrunched up nose as he carefully removed the guy's hand from his twitching dick.

The guy was hot. Like, really hot and Blaine had to admit that he could feel a tightening in his sac from the thought of getting to slam into that pert ass while trapping those muscular arms, and making that perfect hair a mess with the guy groaning and falling apart under him.

"Come on. You're free, I'm free – I live nearby. Or... the bathrooms over there if you prefer that," the guy kept going and started his hand back towards Blaine's crotch now pressing his chest against Blaine's arm.

In the snap of a second Blaine grabbed around his wrist and practically shoved it in his face.

"I said; I am not interested! See that guy over there? The guy everyone's been eating with their eyes all night – that's my boyfriend. I only want him, so find someone who's just playing hard to get," Blaine groaned – now realizing that everyone around them was staring at him.

It wasn't difficult to see that Kurt had heard what he had said. Or that any of the others had, for that matter. Kurt was beaming and the others were glaring at him like he had just told them he was from another planet.

"Kurt, we should probably go," Blaine said sternly and reached out for Kurt's hand.

Kurt was immediately by his side, grabbing his offered hand with a proud smile. The party continued around them, but Blaine's friends were slowly starting to fall out of their shocked state.

"Yes. So now you all know. And if you'll have us excused – I wanna go home and fuck my boyfriend into next year. Goodnight guys..."

They didn't wait for replies. They were all yelling at them as they were walking through the club and they only made it to the corner of the block before Blaine's phone started ringing, but he simply ignored it and put his arm around Kurt's shoulder, pulling him closer, Kurt letting himself disappear into Blaine's embrace as they walked down the street towards Blaine's apartment.

xXx

The apartment was dark and cold when they got inside. Blaine closed the door and put the alarm on before he turned to find Kurt leaning against the wall, looking tired and tipsy.

"So – you think we should just go to bed? Sleep out the alcohol and go to the gym early tomorrow or something?" Blaine asked and pressed Kurt closely up against the wall with his body, his hands drifting down his sides and his lips so close to Kurt's' face that he could practically taste him.

Kurt's face opened in a smile and his hands drifted onto Blaine's back. The sugar and alcohol from the champagne was hot and sweet in his breath and Blaine couldn't decide whether he wanted to suck it all in or enjoy it lightly from the short distance.

"Or... you could fuck me – right here," Kurt offered with a crooked smile and Blaine noticed that his eyes were swimming lazily around their sockets. He smelled like his perfume and hair products, a scent Blaine had grown to love over the past few months, so he allowed his face to disappear against Kurt's neck.

"Mhm, that's nice. I'm so wet for you, Blaine..." Kurt murmured and tangled his fingers into Blaine's curls while Blaine started kissing down his neck.

For a moment he seriously considered to fuck Kurt right there against the hallway with coats and scarves on the rack, and shoes, umbrellas and hats on shelves, against the door to the cupboard for cleaning supplies, all of it right there to make out the surroundings of their first fuck as an official couple – but he knew that Kurt would regret it in the morning if his clothes ended on the floor where gravel from their shoes was crunching under their feet and snow dragged in from the streets was melting on the linoleum. And to be honest, Blaine would probably be irritated himself if he woke up the next day to remember that his own Armani suit was ruined.

"Not here, doll-face. Come one," Blaine groaned out and started moving towards the bedroom, his lips locked with Kurt's and not leaving them for a moment as he slowly found the way into the bedroom.

The lights didn't come on, they couldn't be bothered with that. Instead they hurried to start undressing each other as good as possible while caught up in kissing, but it only took them a few seconds to realize that it would be much faster if they fixed their own clothes.

Since Blaine was stark naked before Kurt he moved up behind him and pressed his naked frame against Kurt's while Kurt struggled with his undershirt. Blaine's so-damn-hard cock pressed to get between Kurt's cheeks and both moaned from the feeling.

Kurt let his hand up from behind to run back into Blaine's curls, forcing his Blaine's mouth down to kiss, lick and suck at the newly exposed skin of his neck and shoulders. The man happily obliged, with his hands running up Kurt's front to pinch two fingers of each hand around his nipples before letting his right hand journey flat-palmed down his ribs and abdomens so he could slip a finger between the moist lips. Oh god yes, he really was sopping down there.

"Oh god, Blaine, yes..." Kurt moaned and bucked his ass backwards while tugging on Blaine's locks. Pre-come smeared over the cold skin of Kurt's lower back, painting his cute dimples in the color of mother of pearl, so Blaine pressed a little harder and felt his shaft be enveloped by strong muscles.

His finger upped his ministrations from light teasing to direct stimulation by massaging two fingertips hard around the already taut nub. Kurt's head dropped forward with a tender moan. His hand slid down the back of Blaine's head to cup his neck, his breathing speeding slowly up.

"God you're so fucking wet. Have you been wet for a long time? While you were being innocent and talking to people -" Blaine asked with a husky voice.

Kurt turned his head to grasp Blaine's lower lip with his teeth. Blaine could feel the muscles in his pussy contract with every circle Blaine drew around his clit. Kurt stared him in the eyes as he let go of his lip and breathed heavily out.

"I've been thinking about your cock all night. Whenever I took that straw in my mouth all I could think about was how it wasn't enough, and... fuck! Whenever I looked at your fingers or tongue I kept thinking about how good they always feel in my pussy," Kurt told between moans and whimpers.

Kurt's breathy words went directly his cock. It was starting to be painful with the way he knew how close he was and yet they hadn't even moved to the bed yet, so he started walking forwards, pushing Kurt lightly with him so he clasped against the cold wood of the dresser they had been standing right in front of.

"Blaine... bed – I need you to fuck me," Kurt begged when Blaine let his hand run back to his sopping slit, this time not wasting anything to tease but went directly to rub the pads of his fingers up and down, Kurt's legs starting to tremble under them.

"No, baby – not bed now," Blaine grinned and sucked on Kurt's earlobe before he carefully, but firmly, pushed Kurt forward to make him rest his palms on the dresser for leverage.

"Gonna fuck you right here, sweetheart."

Blaine removed his hand during a lot of objections and whines from Kurt, but the second Blaine had one hand down to separate his cheeks and the other around his cock to find Kurt's pussy his arguing was quickly replaced by eager consent.

"Yes, just give it to me, Blaine -" he encouraged but was cut off by his own muffled howl as Blaine pushed his cock into him, the head dragging over his inner walls with great intensity.

"Fuck yesss!" Blaine burst out once he was finally all the way in, his cock buried deep in Kurt's skin and flesh and wetness, all of it sucking him up and holding him inside with Kurt's walls squeezing tightly around him like his cunt was willing him stay there forever.

He knew, could feel, that Kurt didn't need anymore than that to adjust, so he got straight to it and started fucking into him. He was so wet and slick that it didn't cause any problems and Blaine quickly found a rhythm of in-out, in-out, every now and then tiptoeing a bit to hit a little deeper.

"Blaine... God, Blaine, you fuck me so good. Harder, baby, harder -" Kurt groaned, his head having fallen between his arms and for a brief second Blaine wondered if he was enjoying the show; watching Blaine's dick violating his pussy. And even if he wasn't that was surely what Blaine would be telling himself he was doing, because shit that was so hot.

He made a hand down to take a grip of one Kurt's thighs, making him spread his legs a little wider and Blaine started gyrating his hips with his cock fully into Kurt's hole, his ass cheeks pressed against Blaine's pelvis.

It only took a minute and Blaine felt a wet sensation gushing around his erection as Kurt clenched hard around him with panting "oh my god don't stop, please don't stop now!" so naturally Blaine leaned forward to press his body onto Kurt's to let them fall completely into place with each other.

He took back the snatching of his hips forward to drive himself into Kurt and let his one hand run up Kurt's stomach over his ribs and to his chest where he put his flat palm against the perfect muscle and rolled his finger over the stiff nipple so Kurt lolled his head back.

"Oh Blaine – so fucking good," he moaned, his voice rash and dazed from orgasm – but surely he was going to have more.

"I know, baby. You deserve the best," Blaine grunted with his teeth nipping at Kurt's earlobe.

His words made Kurt clench up a little harder as he raised himself from the table to grab back around Blaine's head for a sloppy kiss. Moans were panted into each others mouths and their tongues were slicking around one another without technique or anything but need.

Kurt grasped around Blaine's hand on his hip and moved it over his sweaty skin so he could slide it down where he pressed their fingers against his clitoris. His labia was warm and spread, swollen and greedy to be touched, the skin there just as wet and slippery as the rest of Kurt's sex.

Together they stimulated Kurt into orgasm, squirting over Blaine's cock once more with whimpering and whines from both of them mixing with their heavy breathing and smiles.

"Keep going," Blaine grunted with a grin as he pressed Kurt's fingers a little harder to his overstimulated clitoris. He sucked his tongue into his mouth before pressing a wet kiss to his lips and started kissing over Kurt's jaw and down his neck to make his nose nuzzle into his hair with kisses against the tender skin on the back of Kurt's ear.

He let his hand on Kurt's chest up to grab his shoulder before he removed his other hand from his clit. His free hand ran onto Kurt's back and down run down the cleft of his ass where he circled a finger around his asshole, causing shivers to run through Kurt and squeezing from his pussy around his cock.

The position was awkward and it was close to impossible to move his finger with his own body pressed against Kurt's, but he wasn't going to let Kurt move away; he needed him close, needed to feel him, so he continued and smiled broadly when Kurt's free hand closed around Blaine's on his shoulder.

"More, give me more, Blaine -" he pleaded and Blaine let the tip of his finger slip into Kurt's hole, and Kurt spat out a mouthful of air from the unknown intrusion.

They had never done anal before, but now Blaine wondered why, because Kurt's ass was just perfect. The way he tightened around his finger when Blaine just let his tip flicker up and down, completely unable to reach anything from this position, but it didn't matter because Kurt was so into it and the mere presence of Blaine's finger in his ass made him clench his pussy around his cock and it was enough to make the simmering in his stomach heat up to a burning boil.

He thrust harder, deeper, and let his fingers intertwine with Kurt's on his shoulder. He could the hot skin tighten over his muscles and beads of sweat running down his back. The tips of his hair was clinging to his forehead and his voice had turned so rasp and low that he would never have recognized it himself.

He could feel every drag of Kurt's insides over his bare dick, and when he hit just right and made Kurt shiver and yelp he could on the head of his cock that he had hit that perfect spot that made them both go crazy. It was nearly strange to have his finger back inside an asshole again, it had been so long since he had been with anyone who didn't have a pussy – anyone but Kurt – but now that Kurt had shown to be so responsive to it he definitely wanted to explore that part too.

"Come in me, Blaine... please – oh shit I'm so close. Fill me up, baby -" Kurt begged and dug his nails into the back of Blaine's hand.

That was all he needed to get going. He kept pounding forcefully into Kurt's cunt, the sound of his thighs slapping against Kurt's loud and obscene, and quickly Blaine's breathing hitched as the boiling turned to fire and the lava ran from his belly to his balls and shot through his shaft with a pulsing into Kurt's pussy, his hips stuttering erratically against his ass and Blaine's own hand.

"Shit, Kurt... so good baby – your pussy is so perfect," he blabbered wantonly.

"Yess, yes, Blaine. God Blaine -" Kurt close to screamed as his cunt and ass both clamped down around Blaine's cock and finger.

He whined and moaned with his own hand rubbing furiously over his clit, his entire body trembling and shuddering as he squirted for the third time that night. Blaine kept his nose snuggled into his hair and constant kisses pressed to the back of his ear.

Slowly Kurt eased up and Blaine removed his finger from his ass so he could clasp his hand to Kurt's belly and hold him up as his torso slumped with his knees shaking.

"Wow – got you," Blaine groaned hoarsely when Kurt nearly fell forward. He slipped both of his arms around his torso to make sure he didn't fall again. Kurt's head fell back to Blaine's shoulder with a dopey smile.

"God, that was so... wow!" Kurt panted as he locked his hands around Blaine's forearms.

"I know. I can't right now -" Blaine agreed and realized that his brain felt like it was completely out of reach. He brushed his thumbs mindlessly over Kurt's slippery skin, doing his best to ease him back to control of his own body.

"Shit," Kurt moaned as he moved around with Blaine's softening dick slipping out of him, so he could slide into Blaine's arms, his own arms crossed and pressed between their chests. He rested his temple against Blaine's shoulder, so Blaine let his hands drift up to fold his arms completely around him and kissed the back of his head.

"Maybe we should get cleaned up and go to bed," he suggested softly, and wondered if Kurt had fallen asleep against him when he didn't react.

After a moment where Kurt's breathing slowed down and reduced to a warm hush against Blaine's collarbone Kurt slowly raised his head and put his hand in Blaine's before he started walking out the still open door. He led them to the bathroom where he turned on the water and got inside himself. Blaine followed him instantly and allowed Kurt to return to his spot in his arms.

They stayed for what could just as well have been ten minutes as it could have been several hours. After a while of no moving or speaking Blaine grabbed a bottle and smeared soap around Kurt's back and shoulders, over his arms and neck, and down his ass and over his thighs and up his vulva before sliding it around his chest and ribs. He washed himself off and made sure they were both clean of soap before he turned off the water so he could grab a towel to wrap around Kurt before he started drying himself.

This night there wasn't the slightest hesitation; Kurt followed Blaine directly to bed and curled up against his chest in the dark. Blaine immediately put his arms around the boy, and only now noticed how tired he was. He had no energy left in his body, and he felt completely boneless and drained – but to be in bed with Kurt resting naked against him made him want to stay awake all night to savor the feeling.

"I love you. I love you I love you I love you – it's such a relief to not be afraid to say it," Kurt whispered and Blaine could feel his breath ghosting over his naked chest.

What was he supposed to say to that? He knew nothing about love, he couldn't tell Kurt that he loved him – sure he... what was it that he was feeling? All he knew was that he wanted to be with Kurt and no one else, and he felt like the world got lighter when Kurt laughed and when Kurt touched him or kissed him he needed it to never stop.

But was that love?